Alexander Pope Sky Quotations

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think or bravely die?

Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.