The Joy Of Research

[felixgwilliams]

  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;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep; ’
Desires compos’d, affections ever ev’n;
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav’

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[luvlymish]

Maybe you're researching Alexander Pope who's only written two things I particularly care for (one being the above) but you've got to admire the Best Lovers of All Time. If nothing else for the naming of their kid Astrolabe.

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav’nly-pensive, contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a Vestal’s veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?