Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally. Alexander Pope More Quotes by Alexander Pope More Quotes From Alexander Pope Placed on this isthmus of a middle state. Alexander Pope middle states life Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, Alexander Pope peculiar earth life Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, Alexander Pope return sea life Like following life through creatures you dissect, Alexander Pope following moments life She went from opera, park, assembly, play, Alexander Pope prayer morning life Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair. Alexander Pope hair beauty men Time conquers all, and we must time obey. Alexander Pope conquer winter time chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd. Alexander Pope chaos passion Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes. Alexander Pope heart writing lying Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain. Alexander Pope thanksgiving patient littles Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all. Alexander Pope flames hands fall True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit. Alexander Pope light sight giving What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things. Alexander Pope trivial-things causes spring Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too? Alexander Pope wit judgment critics To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart Alexander Pope genius soul art Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach. Alexander Pope masters grace hands The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1. Alexander Pope pain hope christian Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. Alexander Pope errors pride fall While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep. Alexander Pope painful sleep giving Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; Alexander Pope age play life
