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" 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 317
1927
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Preparatory and College Latin Courses in English (condensed and Consolidated)

William Cleaver Wilkinson - Latin language - 1889 - 520 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 ; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit. But...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: Ed., with Notes and Introductory Memoir

Alexander Pope, Sir Adolphus William Ward - 1893 - 588 pages
...table is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 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...
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From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English Poetry

Louis Du Pont Syle - English poetry - 1894 - 496 pages
...is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 Not — 's self e'er tells more Fibs than I; When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best Friends to rime no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our Wit. 180 He...
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From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English Poetry

Louis Du Pont Syle - English poetry - 1894 - 488 pages
...is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 Not — 's self e'er tells more Fibs than I; When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best Friends to rime no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our Wit. .180...
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From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English Poetry

Louis Du Pont Syle - English poetry - 1894 - 508 pages
...is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 Not — 's self e'er tells more Fibs than I; When sick of Muse, our follies we deplore, And promise our best Friends to rime no more; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our Wit. 180 He...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope - 1895 - 600 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...
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Latin Classics ...

William Cleaver Wilkinson - Latin literature - 1900 - 332 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; We wake next morning in a raging fit, And call for pen and ink to show our wit But those...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope - 1904 - 574 pages
...table is a Song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie, 175 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...
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Addison to Blake

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1921 - 626 pages
...more fibs 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 show our wit. ALEXANDER POPE. 119 He serv'da 'prenticeship, who sets up shop ; Ward tried on puppies, and the poor,...
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English Poets of the Eighteenth Century

Ernest Bernbaum - English poetry - 1918 - 436 pages
...renounce the muses, lie, And all our grace at table is a song. 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...
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