Essay man other poem

Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly, Planets and suns run lawless through the sky; Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd, Being on being wreck'd, and world on world; Heav'n's whole foundations to their centre nod, And nature tremble to the throne of God. Without this just gradation, could they be Subjected, these to those, or all to thee?

An essay on man epistle 3

Enter, each mild, each amicable guest; Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest! Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy, That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd, Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round, From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine, And saints embrace thee with a love like mine. When the proud steed shall know why man restrains His fiery course, or drives him o'er the plains: When the dull ox, why now he breaks the clod, Is now a victim, and now Egypt's God: Then shall man's pride and dulness comprehend His actions', passions', being's, use and end; Why doing, suff'ring, check'd, impell'd; and why This hour a slave, the next a deity. Go, wiser thou! Through worlds unnumber'd though the God be known, 'Tis ours to trace him only in our own. Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n, And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n. Pope argues that humanity should make a study of itself, and not debase the spiritual essence of the world with earthly science, since the two are diametrically opposed to one another: man should "presume not God to scan".

But of this frame the bearings, and the ties, The strong connections, nice dependencies, Gradations just, has thy pervading soul Look'd through? What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n?

If nature thunder'd in his op'ning ears, And stunn'd him with the music of the spheres, How would he wish that Heav'n had left him still The whisp'ring zephyr, and the purling rill?

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Or quick effluvia darting through the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain? Let us since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! Go, wiser thou! The third book would discuss politics and religion, while the fourth book was concerned with "private ethics" or "practical morality.

They appeared in earlywith the fourth epistle published the following year.

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Around, how wide! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. No weeping orphan saw his father's stores Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors; No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n: But such plain roofs as piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise. Now upward will he soar, And little less than angel, would be more; Now looking downwards, just as griev'd appears To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears. Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy, That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd, Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round, From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine, And saints embrace thee with a love like mine. The third book would discuss politics and religion, while the fourth book was concerned with "private ethics" or "practical morality. See how the force of others' pray'rs I try, O pious fraud of am'rous charity! Assist me, Heav'n! It is concerned with the natural order God has decreed for man. Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky! No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole; Rise Alps between us! Go, wondrous creature! Without this just gradation, could they be Subjected, these to those, or all to thee? But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.

But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.

First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less! Around, how wide!

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