Living
A Fragment
From Miscellanies
Living
What are the falling rills, the pendant shades,
The morning bowers, the evening colonnades,
But soft recesses for th' uneasy mind
To sigh unheard in, to the passing wind!
So the struck deer, in some sequester'd part,
Lies down to die (the arrow in his heart);
There hid in shades, and wasting day by day,
Inly he bleeds, and pants his soul away.
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Pope, Alexander. “A Fragment.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/pope/131/.
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Pope, Alexander. “A Fragment.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/pope/131/.
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