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Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Alexander Pope
Pain, Rose, Dies
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.41

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

Alexander Pope
Pain, Giving, Joy
Alexander Pope, Samuel Johnson (1822). “The poems of Alexander Pope”, p.91

Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.

Alexander Pope
Art, Pain, Hate
Alexander Pope, William Lisle Bowles, William Warburton, Joseph Warton (1806). “The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., in Verse and Prose: Containing the Principal Notes of Drs. Warburton and Warton”, p.79

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Alexander Pope
Death, Pain, Rage
Alexander Pope, Samuel Johnson (1822). “The poems of Alexander Pope”, p.91

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Alexander Pope
Wise, Pain, Women
Alexander Pope, Samuel Johnson (1822). “The poems of Alexander Pope”, p.91

Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide, First strip off all her equipage of Pride, Deduct what is but Vanity or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury or idleness, Or tricks, to show the stretch of the human brain Mere curious pleasure or ingenious pain.

Alexander Pope
Pain, Learning, Pride
Alexander Pope (1873). “The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope Edited with Notes and Introductory Memoir by Adolphus William Ward”, p.202

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.

Alexander Pope
Pain, Virtue, Endeavour
'Epistles to Several Persons' 'To a Lady' (1735) l. 163

No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly: What the advantage, if his finer eyes Study a Mite, not comprehend the Skies?... Or quick Effluvia darting thro' his brain, Die of a Rose, in Aromatic pain? If Nature thunder'd in his opening ears, And stunn'd him with the music of the Spheres... Who finds not Providence all-good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

Alexander Pope
Wise, Pain, Eye

Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above.

Alexander Pope
Music, Pain, Grief
Alexander Pope (1839). “The poetical works of Alexander Pope. Ed. by H.F. Cary, with a biogr. notice of the author”, p.15

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

Alexander Pope
Christian, Hope, Pain
'The Dying Christian to his Soul' (1730).

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