 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 - 1872 - 192 pages
...table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the muses, lye, 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. 160... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1873 - 590 pages
...is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 Not —‘s self e'er teUs 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. x8o... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1878 - 532 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 - 1879 - 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; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our Wit. He serv'da... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1881 - 176 pages
...table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the muses, lye, 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. i BoHe... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1881 - 196 pages
...table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the muses, lye, 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. 180... | |
 | Alexander Pope - Poets, English - 1881 - 572 pages
...is a song. 1 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 served... | |
 | Five minutes daily readings - 1882 - 408 pages
...at 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 ; JULY. 189 We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our... | |
 | Five minutes daily readings - American poetry - 1884 - 408 pages
...at 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 ; JULY. We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1889 - 572 pages
...more Fibs than I ; When sick of Muse, ovir 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. 180 He serv'da 'Prenticeship, who sets up shop; Ward try'd on Puppies, and the Poor, his Drop l ; Ev'n... | |
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