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• soon as thy letters trembling i unclose,
  that well-known name awakens all my woes.
  oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
  still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
  i tremble too, where'er my own i find,
  some dire misfortune follows close behind.
  line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
  led through a sad variety of woe:
  now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
  lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
  there stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
  there died the best of passions, love and fame.
  
  (alexander pope)