Epitaph. Intended for Sir Isaac Newton, in Westminster Abbey. by Alexander Pope — Deep Poetry Lines

"TRANSLATED IN THE YEAR 1703.     ARGUMENT.     Oedipus, King of Thebes, having, by mistake, slain his father Laius, and married his mother Joc"

"Did Milton's prose, O Charles! thy death defend?     A furious foe unconscious proves a friend.     On Milton's verse did Bentley comment? Know,"

"Grown old in rhyme, 'twere barbarous to discard     Your persevering, unexhausted bard;     Damnation follows death in other men,     But your"

"Of manners gentle, of affections mild;     In wit, a man; simplicity, a child:     With native humour tempering virtuous rage,     Form'd to de"

"‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere?"

"I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones"