Alexander Pope
Alexander Pope
Alexander Popewas an 18th-century English poet. He is best known for his satirical verse, as well as for his translation of Homer. Famous for his use of the heroic couplet, he is the second-most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, after Shakespeare...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 May 1688
death pain rage
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
painting paint feels
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
art pain hate
Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.
wise pain eye
No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly: What the advantage, if his finer eyes Study a Mite, not comprehend the Skies?... Or quick Effluvia darting thro' his brain, Die of a Rose, in Aromatic pain? If Nature thunder'd in his opening ears, And stunn'd him with the music of the Spheres... Who finds not Providence all-good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?
wise pain women
Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
sleep giving painful
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
garden genius paint
Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.
pain pride science
Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide, First strip off all her equipage of Pride, Deduct what is but Vanity or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury or idleness, Or tricks, to show the stretch of the human brain Mere curious pleasure or ingenious pain.
pain virtue endeavour
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
saint paint folly
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
pain rose dies
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
conceited paint conceit
Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.
music pain grief
Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above.
pain giving joy
You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.