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Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd 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.

Line 57. And truths divine came mended from that tongue.

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. Line 74. And love the offender, yet detest the offence. Line 192. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Line 207. One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight. Line 273. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. Line 323. He best can paint them who shall feel them most.8

Last line. Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus’d, 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.

Line 61. From old Belerium to the northern main.

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. Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! Last line.

1 See Dryden, page 273.

2 Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight. – EDMUND Smith : Phædra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1.

8 See Addison, page 300.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

On the Collar of a Dog.
There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell :
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you ;
’T was a fat oyster, - live in peace, - adieu. 1

Verbatim from Boileau. Father of all! in every age,

In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1. Thou great First Cause, least understood.

Stanza 2. And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

Stanza 3. And deal damnation round the land.

Stanza 7. Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.”

Stanza 10. Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound.

Ode on Solitude. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,

Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame!

The Dying Christian to his Soul. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!


1 “Tenez voilà," dit-elle, "à chacun une écaille,

Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais ;
Messieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix."

BOILEAU: Epitre ii. (à M. l'Abbé des Roches). 2 See Spenser, page 29.

Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?

The Dying Christian to his Soul. Lend, lend your wings ! I mount! I fly! Oh grave! where is thy victory? Oh death! where is thy sting ?

Ibid. 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. Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die ? Line 9. The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Line 14. So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn’d to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.?

Line 45. 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!

Line 51. And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

Line 57. 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 ! Line 71. Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt. The saint sustain’d it, but the woman died.

Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.

Epitaph on Gay.

1 See Ben Jonson, page 180.

3 See Dryden, page 270.

2 See page 346.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato gives his little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause ?

Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato.
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole
Can never be a mouse of any soul."

The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298. Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

Line 369. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come ; Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. Epigram. For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy. 8

Imitation of Martial. Who dared to love their country, and be poor.

On his Grotto at Twickenham. Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.4

Thoughts on Various Subjects. I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian. Ibid. Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!

The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1.

1 See Chaucer, page 1. Herbert, page 206.

2 His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.

CowPER : Conversation, line 303. 3 Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus ; hoc est

Vivere bis vita posse priore frui (The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice). - MARTIAL, X. 237.

See Cowley, page 262. 4 From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376 ; originally printed in Motte's " Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736 Pope says, “I must own that the prose part (the Thought on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734.”

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The distant Trojans never injur'd me.

The Niad of Homer. Book i. Line 200. Words sweet as honey from his lips distill’d. Line 332 Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. Line 684. And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.

Line 771. Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.

Book ii, Line 970, Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice, A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

Book üi. Line 199. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. Line 208. Ajax the great ... Himself a host.

Line 293. Plough the watery deep.

Line 357. The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. Book ir. Line 196. First in the fight and every graceful deed. Line 295. The first in banquets, but the last in fight. Line 401. Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire! Line 451. With all its beauteous honours on its head. Line 557. A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault. Book v. Line 16. Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise, Such men as live in these degenerate days.? Line 371.

1 The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viii. line 366.

2 A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

Book xx. line 337.

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