Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
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All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is is right.
Your scene precariously subsists too long,
On French translation and Italian song.
Dare to have sense yourselves; read more
Your scene precariously subsists too long,
On French translation and Italian song.
Dare to have sense yourselves; assert the stage;
Be justly warm'd with your own native rage.
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what read more
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier!
Forever sep'rate, yet forever near!
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we read more
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where tho' all things differ, all agree.
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, read more
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
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Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
A small Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd,
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
