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Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.
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Yes, I am proud I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
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Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, There is no cure 'gainst age but it
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For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
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And not a vanity is given in vain.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.
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Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
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The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.
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No, make me mistress to the man I love If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
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Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
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Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
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Cavil you may, but never criticise.
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What bosom beast not in his country's cause?
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When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.
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All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
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On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
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You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
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