| 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. |
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