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acts alike angels bear beast began blessing blest blind bliss body bounds breath cause common creatures death earth ease EPISTLE equal Essay eternal ev'ry faith fall fame father fear feel follow fool forms future gain gives grows happiness head heart Heav'n honour hope human imperfect individual instinct judge justice kind kings knowledge Learn less letter light lives Look Lord man's mankind means mind moral nature nature's never o'er observation opens pain passion peace perfect pleasure Pope pow'rs present pride principle proper Providence reason religion rest rise rule Self-love sense serves society soul spirit spread strength taught Tell thee things thou touch true truth turns universal unknown vice virtue weak whole wise
Pagina 10 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
Pagina 17 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood.
Pagina 50 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man. When thousand worlds are round.
Pagina 40 - Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these: Some sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain ; Some swell'd to gods, confess e'en virtue vain!
Pagina 40 - Twin'd with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Pagina 50 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Pagina 46 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Pagina 51 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.