And, pleased th' Almighty's orders to perform
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[9]
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[Note 9: This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is
found in the Dunciad, Book iii., line 261.]
_From the Letter on Italy_.
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[10]
[Note 10: Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
_classic ground_, since so common, was ever used.]
* * * * *
_Ode_.
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue, ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
* * * * *
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their tarn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
* * * * *
Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.
JONATHAN SWIFT.
1667-1745.
_Imitation of Horace_. B. ii. Sat. 6.
I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end.
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