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pours the bliss that fills up all the mind. He sees why Nature plants in man alone Hope of known bliss, and Faith in bliss unknown:(Nature, whose dictates to no other kind Are given in vain , but what they seek they find) Wise is her present; she connects in this His greatest Virtue with his greatest bliss; At once his own bright prospect to be blest, And strongest motive to assist the rest.
Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine , Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing thine. Is this too little for the boundless heart? Extend it, let thy enemies have part: Grasp the whole worlds of Reason, Life, and Sense, In one close system of benevolence: Happier as kinder , in whate'er degree, And height of Bliss but height of Charity.
God loves from Whole to Parts : But human soul Must rise from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd a circle strait succeeds Another, still , and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour , first it will embrace ; His
country next; and next all human race; Wide and more wide, th' o'erflowings of the mind Take
every creature in , of ev'ry kind; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest, And Heav'n beholds it's image in his breast. Pore.
C H A P. X + 1 I.
On Versification. Mary
ANY by Numbers judge a Poet's song; ; And smooth or rough, with them is right or wrong; In the bright Muse tho' thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their
the . These equal syllables alone require,
Not mend their minds as some to church repair }
Tho' oft the ear the open vowels tire ;
song That, like a wounded snake, draws its slow length
along. Leave such to tune their own dull rhimes, and know What's roundly smooth, or languishingly slow; And praise the easy vigour of a line, Where Denhain's strength and Waller's sweetness
join. True ease in writing comes from art not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough, no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense ; Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrentroar: When Ajax strives some rock’s vast weight to
throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; ils:
when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the
main. Hear how Timotheus' vary'd lays surprise And bid alternate passions fall and rise! While at each change, the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow! Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found , And the world's victor stood subdu'd by sound!Pope.
CHA P. X V II I.
Lessons of Wisdom. How to live happiest: how avoid the pains, The disappointments and disgust of those Who would in pleasure all their hours employ; The precepts here of a divine old man I could recite. Tho'old , he still retain'd His manly sense, and energy of miud. Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe; He still remember'd that he once was young: His easy presence check’d no decent joy. Him evin the dissolute admir'd; for he A graceful looseness, when he pleas’d, put on. And laughing could instruct. Much had he read, Much had
seen; he studied from the life, And in th' original perus'd mankind.
Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, He pitied man: and much he pitied those Whom falsely-smiling Fate has curs'd with means To dissipate their days in quest of joy. Our aim is happiness; 'tis your's, 'tis mine, He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live; Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain'd. But they the widest wander from the mark, Who thro' the flow'ry paths of saunt'ring Jor Seek this coy goddess; that from stage to stage Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue. For, not to name the pains that Pleasure brings To counter poise itself, relentless Fate Forbids that
gay voluptuous wilds Should ever roam : And were the Fates more kind Our narrow luxuries would soon be stale. Were these exhaustless, Nature would
sick And cloy'd with pleasure ; squeamishly complain. That all was vanity, and life a dream. Let nature rest: Be busy for yourself, And for your friend; be busy er'n in vain, Rather than teaze her sated appetites. Who never fasts, no banquet e'er enjoys;
Wo never toils or watches, never sleeps.
'Tis not for mortals always to be blest.
Virtue , the strength and beauty of the soul,
This noble end is, to produce the Soul :
airy wing And waft to views romantic; there
present Some motley vision , shade and sun : the cliff O’erhanging, sparkling brooks, and ruins grey: Bade me meanders trace, and catch the form Of various clouds, and rainbows learn to paint.
Sometimes ambition, brushing by, would twitch My mantle, and with winning look sublime, Allure to follow. What tho' steep the track, Her mountain's top would overpay, when climbld, The scaler's toil; her temple there was fine, And lovely thence the prospects. She could tell Where laurels
grew, whence many a wreath an
tique ; But more advis'd to shun the barren twig, ( What is immortal verdure without fruit?) And woo some thriving art; her numerous mines Were open to the searcher's skill and pains ? Caught by th’harangue, heart beat, and flutt'ring
pulse Sounded irregular marches to be goneWhat!
pause a moment when Ambition calls! No, the blood gallops to the distant goal,