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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.
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Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
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Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.
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Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
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Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
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The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
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There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.
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A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind.
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Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.
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Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
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What will a child learn sooner than a song?
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Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
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For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
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And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
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And not a vanity is given in vain.
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For forms of government, let fools contest Whate'er is best administered, is best.
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Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
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Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.
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She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.
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Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
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