Blind Thamyris, and Blind Mæonides, Milton. Pursue the triumph and partake the gale! Pope. Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees, Shakespeare. To point a moral or adorn a tale. Johnson. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, Gray. Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears, Tennyson. Like angels’ visits, few and far between, Campbell. Deck the long vista of departed years. ? Man never is, but always to be blessed; Pope. The tenth transmitter of a foolish face, Savage. Like Aaron’s serpent, swallows up the rest, Pope. And makes a sunshine in the shady place. Spenser. For man the hermit sighed, till the woman smiled, Campbell. To waft a feather or to drown a fly, Young. (In wit a man, simplicity a child,) Pope. With silent finger pointing to the sky. ? But fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Pope. Far out amid the melancholy main; Thomson. As when a vulture on Imaus bred, ? Dies of a rose in aromatic pain. Pope.
Ode to the Human Heart
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Humorous Poems: IV. Ingenuities: Oddities
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