Alexander Pope Light Quotations

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.

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.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.

And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.

What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: "It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace." But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me; Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

True disputants are like true sportsman: their whole delight is in the pursuit.