Alexander Pope on Anniversary
1688–1744 England
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O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize,
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
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?
The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope (1717)
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led thro' a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
Eloisa to Abelard (1717)
How vast a memory has Love!