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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal Darkness buries all.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word:

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense!

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Philosophy, that lean'd on Heaven before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of casuistry heap'd o'er her head!

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is night.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

As Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Closed one by one to everlasting rest;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

She comes! she comes! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old!

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

In vain, in vain--the all-composing hour Resistless falls; the Muse obeys the power.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Till drown'd was Sense, and Shame, and Right, and Wrong; O sing, and hush the nations with thy song!

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

What charms could Faction, what Ambition lull, The venal quiet, and entrance the dull,

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Relate who first, who last, resign'd to rest; Whose heads she partly, whose completely blest;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

O Muse! relate (for you can tell alone, Wits have short memories, and Dunces none),

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

And chiefless armies dozed out the campaign; And navies yawn'd for orders on the main.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

The vapour mild o'er each committee crept; Unfinish'd treaties in each office slept;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Wide, and more wide, it spread o'er all the realm; Ev'n Palinurus nodded at the helm:

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Lost was the Nation's sense, nor could be found, While the long solemn unison went round:

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Then catch'd the Schools; the Hall scarce kept awake; The Convocation gaped, but could not speak.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Churches and chapels instantly it reach'd (St. James's first, for leaden Gilbert preach'd);

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

More she had spoke, but yawn'd--All nature nods: What mortal can resist the yawn of Gods?

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Tyrant supreme! shall three estates command, And make one mighty Dunciad of the land!'

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

And nobly-conscious, Princes are but things Born for first Ministers, as slaves for Kings,

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Perhaps more high some daring son may soar, Proud to my list to add one monarch more;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach Kings to fiddle, and make Senates dance.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The sturdy Squire to Gallic masters stoop, And drown his lands and manors in a soup.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The Bishop stow (pontific luxury!) A hundred souls of turkeys in a pie;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The Judge to dance his brother sergeant call; The Senator at cricket urge the ball:

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The learned Baron butterflies design, Or draw to silk Arachne's subtle line;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

From stage to stage the licens'd Earl may run, Pair'd with his fellow charioteer, the sun;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The cap and switch be sacred to His Grace; With staff and pumps the Marquis leads the race;

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Guard my Prerogative, assert my Throne: This nod confirms each privilege your own.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

All my commands are easy, short and full: My sons! be proud, be selfish, and be dull.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Then, blessing all, 'Go children of my care! To practice now from theory repair.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The last, not least in honour or applause, Isis and Cam made Doctors of her Laws.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Nor past the meanest unregarded; one Rose a Gregorian, one a Gormogon.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Some Botanists, or florists at the least, Or issue members of an annual feast.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Some, deep Freemasons, join the silent race, Worthy to fill Pythagoras's place:

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Impale a glow-worm, or Vert profess, Shine in the dignity of F. R. S.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Her children first of more distinguish'd sort, Who study Shakespeare at the Inus of Court,

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Next bidding all draw near on bended knees, The Queen confers her Titles and Degrees.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Gone ev'ry blush, and silent all reproach, Contending Princes mount them in their coach.

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Knight lifts the head; for, what are crowds undone, To three essential partridges in one?

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

With French libation, and Italian strain, Wash Bladen white, and expiate Hays's stain,

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Popebot @popebot.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

What cannot copious sacrifice atone? Thy truffles, Prigord, thy hams, Bayonne,

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