Alexander Pope - Soul Quotes

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All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body, Nature is, and God the soul.

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What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy,
Is virtue's prize.

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Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.

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Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.

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By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow O'er the Elysian flow'rs; By those happy souls who dwell In yellow mead of asphodel.

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To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

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The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

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The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.

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Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;
Reason's comparing balance rules the whole.
Man, but for that no action could attend,
And, but for this, were active to no end:
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot;
Or, meteor-like, flame lawless thro' the void,
Destroying others, by himself destroy'd.

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Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

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Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend.

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There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

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Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

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

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Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n, Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heav'n.

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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:
For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

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Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law.

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Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd,
And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

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Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

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Let the two Curls of Town and Court, abuse
His father, mother, body, soul, and muse.
Yet why? that Father held it for a rule,
It was a sin to call our neighbour fool.

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