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A Needless Alexandrine Ends The Song, That Like A Wounded Snake Drags Its Slow Length Along.
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A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 156
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Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow proves the substance true.
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Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flow
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar....
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
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To err is human, to forgive divine.
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Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
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All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
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Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
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Led by the light of the Maeonian star.
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And make each day a critic on the last.
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