Line 153.
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
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A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Line 232.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,
Line 297.
True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
Line 357.
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.