 The impression we receive is of a feverish struggle for literary existence, a terrible pressure of the poetical population on the means of subsistence. 'Pope writes: — When sick of muse our follies we deplore And promise our best friends to write no...  The Atlantic Monthly - Page 3171927Full view - About this book
 | Alexander Pope - 1856 - 512 pages
...smile:) But those who cannot write, and those who can, Ail rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble to a man. When sick of muse our follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. Yet,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1859 - 504 pages
...tells moreßbs than I ; Whtn sick of muse, or follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more ; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He served л 'prenticcship, who sets up shop ; Ward' try'd on puppies, and the poor, his drop ; Even... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1863 - 388 pages
...table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie: Not **'s self e'er tells more fibs than I. When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more, We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He serv'da... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1865 - 506 pages
...tells more Jibs than I; When sick of muse, or follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to shew our wit. He served a 'prenticeship, who sets up shop ; Ward tried on puppies, and the poor, his... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1866 - 386 pages
...more fibs than I: When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And prom1se our best friends to rhyme no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He serv'da 'prenticeship who sets up shop; Ward 5 tried on puppies and the poor his drop; E'en Radcliff's... | |
 | 1866 - 368 pages
...at table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, he: Not **'e self e'er tells more fibs than I. When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more, We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He serv'da... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1866 - 386 pages
...table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, Not **'s self e'er tells more fibs than I: When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He serv'da... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1867 - 520 pages
...ßbs than I ; When sick of Muse, or follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no moie; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He served a 'prenticeship, who sets up shop ; Ward 1 tried on puppies, and the poor, his drop; E'en... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1869 - 512 pages
...fibs than I; When sick of Muse, or follies we deplore, And promise our best friends to rhyme no moie; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. He served a 'prenticeship, who sets up shop; Ward 1 tried on puppies, and the poor, his drop; E'en... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1869 - 570 pages
...table is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, Not —'s self e'er tells more Fibs than I; When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best Friends to rhyme no more; And call for pen and ink to show our Wit. We wake next morning in a raging fit, He serv'da... | |
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