As when that hero, who, in each campaign, Had braved the Goth, and many a Vandal slain, Lay fortune-struck, a spectacle of woe! Wept by each friend, forgiven by every foe: Was there a generous, a reflecting mind, But pitied Belisarius, old and blind? Was there a chief but melted at the sight? A common soldier, but who clubb’d his mite? Such, such…
A Fragment. By Alexander Pope
What are the falling rills, the pendant shades, The morning bowers, the evening colonnades, But soft recesses for th’ uneasy mind To sigh unheard in, to the passing…
A Fragment Of A Poem. By Alexander Pope
O Wretched B—-,[90]jealous now of all, What god, what mortal shall prevent thy fall? Turn, turn thy eyes from wicked men in place, And see what succour from…
A Farewell To London By Alexander Pope
IN THE YEAR 1715. 1 Dear, damn’d, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I’ll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!…
A Dialogue. By Alexander Pope
POPE. Since my old friend is grown so great, As to be Minister of State, I’m told, but ’tis not true, I hope, That Craggs will be ashamed of…
Winter Dream By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Oh wind-swept towers, Oh endlessly blossoming trees, White clouds and lucid eyes, And pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant With who knows what of subtlety And magical…
Waking By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Darkness had stretched its colour, Deep blue across the pane: No cloud to make night duller, No moon with its tarnish stain; But only here and there a star, One…
Valedictory By Aldous Leonard Huxley
I had remarked–how sharply one observes When life is disappearing round the curves Of yet another corner, out of sight!– I had remarked when it was “good luck”…
Topiary By Aldous Leonard Huxley
Failing sometimes to understand Why there are folk whose flesh should seem Like carrion puffed with noisome steam, Fly-blown to the eye that looks on it, Fly-blown to the…
The Reef By Aldous Leonard Huxley
My green aquarium of phantom fish, Goggling in on me through the misty panes; My rotting leaves and fields spongy with rains; My few clear quiet autumn days–I…