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Say, is not absence death to those who love?
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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
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Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Alexander Pope -
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
Alexander Pope -
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 -
Our passions are like convulsion-fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Alexander Pope -
A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing;Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring:There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain,And drinking largely sobers us again.
Alexander Pope -
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Alexander Pope
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'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 -
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Alexander Pope -
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Alexander Pope -
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
Alexander Pope -
What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
Alexander Pope -
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Alexander Pope
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The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
Alexander Pope -
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 -
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Alexander Pope -
On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates.
Alexander Pope -
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 -
Ignobly vain, and impotently great.
Alexander Pope
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Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
Alexander Pope -
I think it was a generous thought, and one that fow'd from an exalted mind, that it was not improbable but God might be delighted with the various methods of worshipping him, which divided the whole world.
Alexander Pope -
Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Alexander Pope -
Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Alexander Pope