| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alexander Pope. (16881744) (continued) |
| | | 3586 | | How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast! |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169. |
| 3587 | | The right divine of kings to govern wrong. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 188. |
| 3588 | Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249. |
| 3589 | To happy convents bosomd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301. |
| 3590 | Led by my hand, he saunterd Europe round, And gatherd every vice on Christian ground. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311. |
| 3591 | | Judicious drank, and greatly daring dind. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318. |
| 3592 | Stretchd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342. |
| 3593 | | Een Palinurus nodded at the helm. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 614. |
| 3594 | Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restord, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all. |
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