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John Bartlett (1820–1905).  Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  1919.
 
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Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (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 ne’er learn’d 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 clos’d,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos’d,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn’d,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn’d!
          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 lov’d, how honour’d 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 lov’d poet sung,
Till death untimely stopp’d his tuneful tongue.
          Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford.
3630
    Who ne’er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
          Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.
3631
    The saint sustain’d 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.
 
Note 1.
See Ben Jonson, Quotation 27. [back]
Note 2.
See Quotation 417. [back]
Note 3.
See Dryden, Quotation 36. [back]
 

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