John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Alexander Pope. (16881744) (continued)
3620 Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
3621 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
3622 What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 1
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.
3623 Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9.
3624 The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14.
3625 So perish all, whose breast neer learnd to glow For others good, or melt at others woe. 2
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45.
3626 By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adornd, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mournd!
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51.
3627 And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57.
3628 How lovd, how honourd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee: T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 71.
3629 Such were the notes thy once lovd poet sung, Till death untimely stoppd his tuneful tongue.
Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford.
3630 Who neer knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.
3631 The saint sustaind it, but the woman died.
Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet.
3632 Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child. 3
Epitaph on Gay.