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POEMS.

THE EPIC.

Ar Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve,

The game of forfeits done

the girls all kiss'd

Beneath the sacred bush and past away —

The parson Holmes, the poet Everard Hall,
The host and I sat round the wassail-bowl,

Then half-way ebb'd: and there we held a talk,
How all the old honour had from Christmas gone,
Or gone, or dwindled down to some odd

games

In some old nooks like this; till I, tired out

With cutting eights that day upon the pond, Where, three times slipping from the outer edge,

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I bump'd the ice into three several stars,
Fell in a doze; and half-awake I heard

The parson taking wide and wider sweeps,
Now harping on the church-commissioners,

Now hawking at Geology and schism,
Until I woke, and found him settled down
Upon the general decay of faith

Right thro' the world, " at home was little left,
And none abroad: there was no anchor, none,
To hold by." Francis, laughing, clapp'd his hand
On Everard's shoulder, with " I hold by him."
"And I," quoth Everard, " by the wassail-bowl."
"Why yes," I said, "we knew your gift that way
At college but another which you had,

I mean of verse (for so we held it then,)

What came of that?" "You know," said Frank, "he flung His epic of King Arthur in the fire!”

And then to me demanding why?"Oh, sir,

He thought that nothing new was said, or else
Something so said 'twas nothing — that a truth
Looks freshest in the fashion of the day:

God knows he has a mint of reasons: ask.

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It pleased me well enough." "Nay, nay," said Hall,

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Why take the style of those heroic times?

For nature brings not back the Mastodon,

Nor we those times; and why should any man

Remodel models rather than the life?

And these twelve books of mine (to speak the truth)

Were faint Homeric echoes, nothing worth,

Mere chaff and draff, much better burnt."

"But I,"

Said Francis, "pick'd the eleventh from this hearth,
And have it: keep a thing, its use will come.

I hoard it as a sugar-plum for Holmes."
He laugh'd, and I, though sleepy, like a horse
That hears the corn-bin open, prick'd my ears,
For I remember'd Everard's college fame
When we were Freshmen: then at my request
He brought it, and the poet little urged,
But with some prelude of disparagement,
Read, mouthing out his hollow oes and aes,
Deep-chested music, and to this result.

I bump'd the ice into three several stars,
Fell in a doze; and half-awake I heard

The parson taking wide and wider sweeps,
Now harping on the church-commissioners,
Now hawking at Geology and schism,
Until I woke, and found him settled down
Upon the general decay of faith

Right thro' the world, "at home was little left,
And none abroad: there was no anchor, none,
To hold by." Francis, laughing, clapp'd his hand
On Everard's shoulder, with " I hold by him."

"And I," quoth Everard, " by the wassail-bowl.”

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Why yes," I said, "we knew your gift that way

At college but another which you had,

I mean of verse (for so we held it then,)

What came of that?" "You know," said Frank, "he flung His epic of King Arthur in the fire!"

. Oh, sir,

And then to me demanding why?"

He thought that nothing new was said, or else
Something so said 'twas nothing that a truth
Looks freshest in the fashion of the day:

God knows- he has a mint of reasons: ask.

It pleased me well enough." "Nay, nay," said Hall,

Why take the style of those heroic times?

For nature brings not back the Mastodon,

Nor we those times; and why should any man

Remodel models rather than the life?

And these twelve books of mine (to speak the truth)

Were faint Homeric echoes, nothing worth,

Mere chaff and draff, much better burnt."

"But I,"

Said Francis, "pick'd the eleventh from this hearth,

And have it: keep a thing, its use will come.

I hoard it as a sugar-plum for Holmes."

He laugh'd, and I, though sleepy, like a horse
That hears the corn-bin open, prick'd my ears,
For I remember'd Everard's college fame
When we were Freshmen: then at my request
He brought it, and the poet little urged,
But with some prelude of disparagement,
Read, mouthing out his hollow oes and aes,
Deep-chested music, and to this result.

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