Quote

Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.

Alexander Pope

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
Literary Historian
Poet
Translator
the City
Pope the Poet
Alexander I Pope
Alexander
I Pope
Eye
Wanderer
Wanderers
Flies
Ears
Eternal
Taste
Head
Eyes

More quotes by Alexander Pope

Image
Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent as more suitable A vile conceit in pompous words express'd, Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd.
Alexander Pope
Image
If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!
Alexander Pope
Image
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Alexander Pope
Image
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Alexander Pope
Image
Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Alexander Pope
Image
Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall And universal darkness buries all.
Alexander Pope
Image
A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.
Alexander Pope
Image
Eve left Adam, to meet the Devil in private.
Alexander Pope
Image
Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.
Alexander Pope
Image
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Alexander Pope
Image
Judges and senates have been bought for gold Esteem and love were never to be sold.
Alexander Pope
Image
To dazzle let the vain design, To raise the thought and touch the heart, be thine!
Alexander Pope
Image
Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.
Alexander Pope
Image
Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.
Alexander Pope
Image
But to the world no bugbear is so great, As want of figure and a small estate.
Alexander Pope
Image
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Alexander Pope
Image
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Alexander Pope
Image
And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
Alexander Pope
Image
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Alexander Pope
Image
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost contracted all, retiring to the breast but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
Alexander Pope