Alexander Pope (1688–1744). Complete Poetical Works. 1903.
Poems: 171827Two Choruses to the Tragedy of Brutus. I. Chorus of Athenians
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Groves, where immortal sages taught,
Where heav’nly visions Plato fired,
And Epicurus lay inspired!
In vain your guiltless laurels stood
Unspotted long with human blood.
War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades,
And steel now glitters in the Muses’ shades.
Who charm the sense, or mend the heart;
Who lead fair Virtue’s train along,
Moral Truth and mystic Song!
To what new clime, what distant sky,
Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly?
Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore?
Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more?
When wild Barbarians spurn her dust;
Perhaps ev’n Britain’s utmost shore
Shall cease to blush with strangers’ gore,
See Arts her savage sons control,
And Athens rising near the pole!
Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand,
And civil madness tears them from the land.
Freedom and Arts together fall;
Fools grant whate’er Ambition craves,
And men, once ignorant, are slaves.
O curs’d effects of civil hate,
In ev’ry age, in ev’ry state!
Still, when the lust of tyrant Power succeeds,
Some Athens perishes, some Tully bleeds.