Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271.
Contributed by: Zaady
What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 215.
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
Source: The Rape of the Lock, 1712
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Source: Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 149.
Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 261.
Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know?
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 17.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 139.
So perish all who do the like again.
Source: Translation of the Odyssey, 1725-1756
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