...admission. " Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer ; A clerk foredoomed his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross ; Is there who, locked from ink and paper, scrawls, With desperate charcoal, round his darkened walls ? " All repair...

...catch mr, just at dinner-time. Is there a parson, much bemus'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming ly sweep the string. desperate charcoal round his darken' d walls i All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,...

...catch me — just at dinner time. Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross,...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...

...parson] Some lines in this Epistle to Arbuthnot had been used in a letter to Thomson when he was in Italy A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who...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...

...parson] Some lines in this Epistle to Arbuthnot had been used in a letter to Thomson when he was in Italy A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who...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...

...parson"] Some lines in this Epistle to Arbuthnot had been used in a letter to Thomson when he was in Italy A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who...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...

...catch me just at 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,...there who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'uam, and in humble strain Apply to me...

...walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy ! to catch me, just at dinner-time. PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES. 261 A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Ta there who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls...

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...dinner-time. Is there a parson, much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk fore-Joom'd or shunn'd the meditated blow : 350 desperate charcoal round his darken'!) walls All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,...