The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Memoirs of the life and writings of Pope. Recommendatory poems. A discourse on pastoral poetry. Pastorals. Messiah. Windsor forest. Odes. Two chorus's to the tragedy of Brutus. The dying Christian to his soul. An essay on criticism. The rape of the lock. Elegy to the memory of an unfortunate lady. Prologue to Mr. Addison's tragedy of Cato. Epilogue to Mr. Rowe's Jane Shore |
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Oh ever beauteous , ever friendly ! tell , Is it , in heav ' n , a crime to love too well ?
To bear too tender , or too firm a heart , To act a Lover ' s or a Roman ' s part ? Is
there no bright reversion in the sky , For those who greatly think , or bravely die ...
Oh ever beauteous , ever friendly ! tell , Is it , in heav ' n , a crime to love too well ?
To bear too tender , or too firm a heart , To act a Lover ' s or a Roman ' s part ? Is
there no bright reversion in the sky , For those who greatly think , or bravely die ...
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