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• So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45...
• The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 14...
• What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- 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?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 9...
• 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!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 51...
• How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom bego
  A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!...
• Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 57...
• Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,-- For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xix, Line 319...
• Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 526...