Alexander Pope Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

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

  Alexander Pope

  Light, Sea, Sky

  Alexander Pope (1847). “The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe”, p.35

• Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine,
  Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine
  For me kind nature wakes her genial power,
  Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.

  Alexander Pope

  Flower, Pride, Shining

  Alexander Pope (1807). “The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope”, p.5

• Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

  Alexander Pope

  Confused, Order, Confusion

  'Windsor Forest' (1711) l. 11

• Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
  To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.

  Alexander Pope

  Life, Peculiar, Earth

  'An Essay on Man' Epistle 2 (1733) l. 63

• Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature's self began to be; thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth.

  Alexander Pope

  Self, Silence, Heaven

  Alexander Pope (1850*). “The works of Alexander Pope. With notes by dr. Warburton”, p.353

• The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old.

  Alexander Pope

  Wind, Sea, World

  Alexander Pope (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alexander Pope (Illustrated)”, p.139, Delphi Classics

• A king is a mortal god on earth, unto whom the living God hath lent his own name as a great honour; but withal told him, he should die like a man, lest he should be proud, and flatter himself that God hath with his name imparted unto him his nature also. JOHN LOCKE, "Of a King", The Conduct of the Understanding: Essays, Moral, Economical, and Political A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough: a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.

  Alexander Pope

  Kings, Men, Names

• Consult the Genius of the Place in all.

  Alexander Pope

  Religion, Gardening, Genius

  'Epistles to Several Persons' 'To Lord Burlington' (1731) l. 57

• [T]hro’ this Air, this Ocean, and this Earth, All Nature quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go? Around how wide? how deep extend below? Vast Chain of Being! which from God began, Ethereal Essence, Spirit, Substance, Man, Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect! what no Eye can see, No Glass can reach! from Infinite to Thee! From Thee to Nothing.... From Nature’s Chain whatever Link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.... All are but parts of one stupendous Whole: Whose Body Nature is, and God the Soul.

  Alexander Pope

  Nature, Ocean, Eye

  Alexander Pope, “Essay On Man”

• The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.

  Alexander Pope

  Warfare, Earth, Wit

  Alexander Pope, William Warburton (Bp. of Gloucester), Colley Cibber (1804). “The poetical works of Alexander Pope: with his last corrections, additions and improvements”, p.61

• That, chang'd thro' all and yet in all the same, Great in the Earth as in th' Ætherial frame, Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stars, and blossoms in the Trees... Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part... Submit - in this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood... All partial Evil, universal Good.

  Alexander Pope

  Art, Stars, Evil

  Alexander Pope, “Essay On Man”

• Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

  Alexander Pope

  Mother, Weed, Men

  Alexander Pope (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alexander Pope (Illustrated)”, p.355, Delphi Classics

• Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.

  Alexander Pope

  Laughter, Ambition, Son

  Alexander Pope, William Warburton (1757). “The Works of Alexander Pope Esq”, p.134

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