 | Alexander Pope - 1836 - 502 pages
...time. I- there a parson, much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when...there who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ; All rly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1836 - 504 pages
...in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross. Who pen« a stanza when he should engross ; Is there who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ; All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1839 - 510 pages
...dinner-time. Is there a parson much be-mused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza, when...there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ! AH fly to TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me,... | |
 | 1840 - 372 pages
...day to me ; Then from the mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy to catch me just at dinner-time. All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor... | |
 | John Aikin - 1841 - 840 pages
...dinner-lime. Is there a parson, much bemus'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza, when...there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken' J walls All fly to Twit'nam, and, in humble strain, Apply to me,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 pages
...dinner-time. Is there a parson, much bemus'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd BEDFORD. THIS morning, timely rapt with holy fire,...unto ray zealous Muse, What kind of creature I coul Wilh desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? AH fly to Twit'nam, and, in humble strain, Apply... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 410 pages
...time. 7 Is there a parson, much hemus'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza, when...there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal mum! his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 282 pages
...time. Is there a parson, much bemus'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza, when...there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 290 pages
...time. Is there a parson, much bemns'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza, when...there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 416 pages
...stanza, when he should engross ? Is there, who, lock'd from infc and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam,...and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor... | |
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Who pens a stanza, when he should engross ? Is there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. 
