POEMS. THE EPIC. AT Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve,- The parson Holmes, the poet Everard Hall, The parson taking wide and wide Now harping on the church-comm Now hawking at Geology and sch Until I woke, and found him sett Upon the general decay of faith Right thro' the world, "at home And none abroad: there was no a To hold by." Francis, laughing, On Everard's shoulder, with "I h "And I," quoth Everard, "by th Why yes," I said, "we knew yo At college: but another which you I mean of verse (for so we held it t What came of that?" "You know," His epic of King Arthur in the fire And then to me demanding why? He thought that nothing new was s Something so said 'twas nothingLooks freshest in the fashion of the God knows: he has a mint of reaso Remodel models? these twelve books of mine Mere chaff and draff, much better burnt." 66 "But I," Said Francis, " pick'd the eleventh from this hearth, He laugh'd, and I, though sleepy, like a horse When we were Freshmen: then at my request Oh, sir, said, or else -that a truth he day: sons: ask. B 2 MORTE D'ART So all day long the noise of battle Among the mountains by the win Until King Arthur's table, man b Had fall'n in Lyonness about thei King Arthur: then, because his The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted hir Sir Bedivere, the last of all his kn And bore him to a chapel nigh the A broken chancel with a broken c That stood on a dark strait of bar On one side lay the Ocean, and on Lay a great water, and the moon Then spake King Arthur to Sir "The sequel of to-day unsolders a The goodliest fellowship of famous Whereof this world holds record. |