|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Alexander Pope. (16881744) (continued)|
| Heaven first taught letters for some wretchs aid,|
Some banishd lover, or some captive maid.
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51.|
| Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,|
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57.|
| And truths divine came mended from that tongue.|
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 66.|
| Curse on all laws but those which love has made!|
Love, free as air at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74.|
| And love the offender, yet detest the offence. 1|
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192.|
| How happy is the blameless vestals lot!|
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207.|
| One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;|
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight. 2
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273.|
| See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,|
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
| Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323.|
| He best can paint them who shall feel them most. 3|
| Eloisa to Abelard. Last line.|
| Not chaos-like together crushd and bruisd,|
But as the world, harmoniously confusd,
Where order in variety we see,
And where, though all things differ, all agree.
| Windsor Forest. Line 13.|
| A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.|
| Windsor Forest. Line 61.|
| From old Belerium to the northern main.|
| Windsor Forest. Line 316.|
| Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call;|
She comes unlooked for if she comes at all.
| The Temple of Fame. Line 513.|
| Unblemishd let me live, or die unknown;|
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
| The Temple of Fame. Last line.|