Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise! — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
There various news I heard of love and strife,Of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life,Of loss and gain, of famine… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
A king is a mortal god on earth, unto whom the living God hath lent his own name as a great honour;… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
When to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find it instruments of ill. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful tongue — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state? — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
