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Alexander Pope (Writer)

Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Alexander Pope you
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
Alexander Pope live
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.
Alexander Pope dead
Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.
Alexander Pope man
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Alexander Pope men
They dream in Courtship, but in Wedlock wake.
Alexander Pope dream
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
Alexander Pope soul
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
Alexander Pope learning
Histories are more full of Examples of the Fidelity of dogs than of Friends.
Alexander Pope stories
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Alexander Pope you
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
Alexander Pope light
How vast a memory has Love!
Alexander Pope memory
I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Alexander Pope art
The stoic husband was the glorious thing. The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true, And lov'd his country.
Alexander Pope courage
Well, if our author in the wife offends He has a husband that will make amends; He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving, And sure such kind good creatures may be living.
Alexander Pope men
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
Alexander Pope night
Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Alexander Pope peace
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Alexander Pope friendship
Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
Alexander Pope death
"Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed" was the ninth beatitude which a man of wit (who, like a man of wit, was a long time in gaol) added to the eighth.
Alexander Pope time
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long Absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: Absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
Alexander Pope men
So unaffected, so compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so retin'd;Heav'n, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
Alexander Pope mind
Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
Alexander Pope art
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child.
Alexander Pope city
For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.
Alexander Pope joy
There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell: We thrive at Westminster on fools like you; 'T was a fat oyster,—live in peace,—adieu.
Alexander Pope peace
Let such, such only tread this sacred floor, Who dare to love their country and be poor.
Alexander Pope love
Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died. In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled! They had no poet, and are dead.
Alexander Pope pride
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
Alexander Pope love
Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.
Alexander Pope good
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Alexander Pope you
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Alexander Pope love
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
Alexander Pope
The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.
Alexander Pope love
There various news I heard of love and strife, Of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life, Of loss and gain, of famine and of store, Of storms at sea, and travels on the shore, Of prodigies, and portents seen in air, Of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair, Of turns of fortune, changes in the state, The fall of favourites, projects of the great, Of aid mismanagements, taxations new: All neither wholly false, nor wholly true.
Alexander Pope love
The flying Rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Scarce any Tale was sooner heard than told; And all who told it, added something new, And all who heard it, made Enlargements too, In ev'ry Ear it spread, on ev'ry Tongue it grew.
Alexander Pope men
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.
Alexander Pope light
Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Alexander Pope pain
Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
Alexander Pope spirit
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Alexander Pope death
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
Alexander Pope death
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Alexander Pope art
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Alexander Pope world
Proudfirst the bloody chase began A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Alexander Pope man
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Alexander Pope death
From old Belerium to the northern main.
Alexander Pope
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
Alexander Pope art
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
Alexander Pope fate
Ignobly vain, and impotently great.
Alexander Pope great
What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
Alexander Pope amor
Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing shake, And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake.
Alexander Pope love
They shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
Alexander Pope art
This casket India's glowing gems unlocks And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
Alexander Pope win
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
Alexander Pope kiss
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Alexander Pope eyes
If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Alexander Pope you
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Alexander Pope beauty
Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay.
Alexander Pope world
Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail China jar receive a flaw, Or stain her honour, or her new brocade, Forget her prayers, or miss a masquerade.
Alexander Pope prayer
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Alexander Pope time
At every word a reputation dies.
Alexander Pope die
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Alexander Pope men
Let spades be trumps! she said, and trumps they were.
Alexander Pope
Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Alexander Pope eyes
But when mischief mortals bend their will, How soon they find fit instruments of ill!
Alexander Pope men
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.
Alexander Pope living
Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast, When husbands, or when lapdogs, breathe their last.
Alexander Pope dogs
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
Alexander Pope
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Alexander Pope soul
"Boast not my fall (he cried), insulting foe! Thou by some other shalt be laid as low; Nor think to die dejects my lofty mind; All that I dread is leaving you behind! Rather than so, ah let me still survive, And burn in Cupid's flames — but burn alive."
Alexander Pope mind
I think a good deal may be said to extenuate the fault of bad Poets. What we call a Genius, is hard to be distinguish'd by a man himself, from a strong inclination: and if his genius be ever so great, he can not at first discover it any other way, than by giving way to that prevalent propensity which renders him the more liable to be mistaken.
Alexander Pope self
Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.
Alexander Pope people
I would not be like those Authors, who forgive themselves some particular lines for the sake of a whole Poem, and vice versa a whole Poem for the sake of some particular lines. I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
Alexander Pope art
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Alexander Pope light
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
Alexander Pope love
Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes; The glorious fault of Angels and of Gods.
Alexander Pope you
On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates.
Alexander Pope you
Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Alexander Pope art
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.
Alexander Pope anger
And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
Alexander Pope night
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Alexander Pope love
Published in Swift's Miscellanies (1727)
Alexander Pope
To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine sense, is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
Alexander Pope work
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
Alexander Pope life
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
Alexander Pope words
It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow necked bottles: the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.
Alexander Pope people
When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.
Alexander Pope men
For, as blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense.
Alexander Pope time
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labour of the bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Alexander Pope business
He who tells a lie, is not sensible how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
Alexander Pope lie
Our passions are like convulsion-fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Alexander Pope time
Some old men, by continually praising the time of their youth, would almost persuade us that there were no fools in those days; but unluckily they are left themselves for examples.
Alexander Pope time
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Alexander Pope people
The most positive men are the most credulous…
Alexander Pope men
To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves.
Alexander Pope revenge
Party is the madness of many, for the gain of a few.
Alexander Pope art
Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Alexander Pope age
Thou Great First Cause, least understood Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good And that myself am blind.
Alexander Pope art
And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Alexander Pope fate
Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Alexander Pope win

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