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acts alike angels ANSWER beast began blessing blest blind bliss body breath cause common creature death draw earth ease EPISTLE equal Essay ev'ry faith fall fame father fear feel follow fool forms future gain gives grows hand happiness head heart Heav'n honour hope human individual instinct judge justice kind kings knowledge Learn less letter lies light lives Look Lord man's mankind means mind moral nature nature's never o'er observation pain passion peace perfect pleasure Pope pow'r present pride principle proper Providence reason religion rest rise rule Self-love sense serves society soul spirit strength strong taught Tell thee things thou touch true truth turns universal unknown vice virtue weak whole wise wrong
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 46 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 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.