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Page xii
But no man will desire to extinguish the good for the sake of the evil ; and in the
vast and various beauty , morality , and grace of Pope , we may wisely forget that
he ever wrote an unworthy line . It is not the purpose of this rapid sketch to more ...
But no man will desire to extinguish the good for the sake of the evil ; and in the
vast and various beauty , morality , and grace of Pope , we may wisely forget that
he ever wrote an unworthy line . It is not the purpose of this rapid sketch to more ...
Page 138
The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'
er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave .
If memory Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , o'er their tomb no ...
The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'
er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave .
If memory Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , o'er their tomb no ...
Page 340
He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is filed , The first
dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress , ( Before decay's
effacing fingers Have swept the line where beauty lingers , And marked the mild
angelic ...
He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is filed , The first
dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress , ( Before decay's
effacing fingers Have swept the line where beauty lingers , And marked the mild
angelic ...
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