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How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
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For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight his can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
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Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
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Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
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The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
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Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
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