The poems of Alexander Pope - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: ...which most does please, With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die: Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. ODE. ©fie Ugfng ©hrtettan to fits,£ouI. Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying; Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul! can this be death 1 The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven 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? TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. ©hotuss of thenfang, STROPHE I. Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought; Groves, where immortal sages taught: Where heavenly visions Plato fired, And Epicurus lay inspired! In vaiii your guiltless laurels stood Unspotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, And steel now glitters in the Muses' shades. ANTISTROPHE I. O heaven-born sisters! source of art! Who charm the sense, or mend the heart; Who lead fair Virtue's train along, Moral truth and mystic song! To what new clime, what distant sky, Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly? Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore? Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more? STROPHE II. When Athens sinks by fates unjust, When wild Barbarians spurn her dust; Perhaps e'en Britain's utmost shore Shall cease to blush with strangers' gore: See arts her savage sons control, And Athens rising near the pole! Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand, And civ...