Poetry. Alexander Pope
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Название: Poetry

Автор: Alexander Pope

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СКАЧАТЬ A wandering, self-consuming fire.

       But Hymen's kinder flames unite,

       And burn for ever one;

       Chaste as cold Cynthia's virgin light,

       Productive as the sun.

       SEMICHORUS.

       Oh source of every social tie,

       United wish, and mutual joy!

       What various joys on one attend,

       As son, as father, brother, husband, friend!

       Whether his hoary sire he spies,

       While thousand grateful thoughts arise;

       Or meets his spouse's fonder eye;

       Or views his smiling progeny;

       What tender passions take their turns,

       What home-felt raptures move?

       His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns,

       With reverence, hope, and love.

       CHORUS.

       Hence, guilty joys, distastes, surmises,

       Hence, false tears, deceits, disguises,

       Dangers, doubts, delays, surprises,

       Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine!

       Purest love's unwasting treasure,

       Constant faith, fair hope, long leisure,

       Days of ease, and nights of pleasure;

       Sacred Hymen! these are thine.

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      Begone, ye critics, and restrain your spite,

       Codrus writes on, and will for ever write.

       The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone,

       As clocks run fastest when most lead is on;

       What though no bees around your cradle flew,

       Nor on your lips distill'd the golden dew,

       Yet have we oft discover'd in their stead

       A swarm of drones that buzz'd about your head.

       When you, like Orpheus, strike the warbling lyre,

       Attentive blocks stand round you and admire.

       Wit pass'd through thee no longer is the same,

       As meat digested takes a different name,

       But sense must sure thy safest plunder be,

       Since no reprisals can be made on thee.

       Thus thou may'st rise, and in thy daring flight

       (Though ne'er so weighty) reach a wondrous height.

       So, forced from engines, lead itself can fly,

       And ponderous slugs move nimbly through the sky.

       Sure Bavius copied Maevius to the full,

       And Chaerilus taught Codrus to be dull;

       Therefore, dear friend, at my advice give o'er

       This needless labour; and contend no more

       To prove a dull succession to be true, Since 'tis enough we find it so in you.

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      1 Happy the man, whose wish and care

       A few paternal acres bound,

       Content to breathe his native air

       In his own ground.

       2 Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

       Whose flocks supply him with attire,

       Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

       In winter fire.

       3 Blest, who can unconcern'dly find

       Hours, days, and years slide soft away,

       In health of body, peace of mind,

       Quiet by day;

       4 Sound sleep by night; study and ease,

       Together mix'd; sweet recreation;

       And innocence, which most does please,

       With meditation.

       5 Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,

       Thus unlamented let me die,

       Steal from the world, and not a stone

       Tell where I lie.

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      1 Vital spark of heavenly flame!

       Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:

       Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,

       Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!

       Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,

       And let me languish into life!

       2 Hark! they whisper; angels say,

       'Sister Spirit, come away!'

       What is this absorbs me quite?

       Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

       Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?

       Tell me, my soul, can this be Death?

       3 The world recedes; it disappears!

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