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Book iv

. Line 649._

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.

_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.[333-1]

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192._

How happy is the blameless vestal's 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.[333-2]

_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.[333-3]

_Eloisa to Abelard. 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.

_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._

Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!

_The Temple of Fame. Last line._

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.[334-1]

_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.

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 2._

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

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 3._

And deal damnation round the land.

_The Universal Prayer. 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.[334-2]

_The Universal Prayer. 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.

_Ode on Solitude._

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

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._

Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._

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._

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[335-1]

_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?

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9._

The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14._

So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.[335-2]

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. 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!

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51._

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

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. 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!

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. 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.[335-3]

_Epitaph on Gay._

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.[336-1]

_The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298._

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

_The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 369._

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.[336-2]

_Epigram._

For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.[336-3]

_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.[336-4]

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i . Line 1._

The distant Trojans never injur'd me.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i . Line 200._

Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i . Line 332._

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i . Line 684._

And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.[337-1]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i . Line 771._

Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.

_The Iliad of Homer.