“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…”— Alexander Pope, poetryfoundation.orgTagged: Grief, Mourning, Love, Fatal
“Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain.”— Alexander Pope, poetryfoundation.orgTagged: Death
“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.”— Alexander Pope, poetryfoundation.orgTagged: Happy, Blameless, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, Prayers