In youth with diligence he toiled A Roman nose to gain, But though a decent pug was spoiled, A pug it did remain.

p. 117THE BANISHED BEJANT

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from the unpublished remains of edgar allan poe

from the unpublished remains of edgar allan poe

In the oldest of our alleys, By good bejants tenanted, Once a man whose name was Wallace—  William Wallace—reared his head. Rowdy Bejant in the college He was styled: Never had these halls of knowledge Welcomed waster half so wild!

Tassel blue and long and silken From his cap did float and flow (This was cast into the Swilcan Two months ago); p. 118 And every gentle air that sported With his red gown, Displayed a suit of clothes, reported The most alarming in the town.

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Wanderers in that ancient alley Through his luminous window saw Spirits come continually From a case well packed with straw, Just behind the chair where, sitting With air serene, And in a blazer loosely fitting, The owner of the bunk was seen.

And all with cards and counters straying Was the place littered o’er, With which sat playing, playing, playing, And wrangling evermore, p. 119 A group of fellows, whose chief function Was to proclaim, In voices of surpassing unction, Their luck and losses in the game.

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But stately things, in robes of learning, Discussed one day the bejant’s fate: Ah, let us mourn him unreturning, For they resolved to rusticate! And now the glory he inherits, Thus dished and doomed, Is largely founded on the merits Of the Old Tom consumed.

And wanderers, now, within that alley Through the half-open shutters see, Old crones, that talk continually In a discordant minor key: p. 120 While, with a kind of nervous shiver, Past the front door, His former set go by for ever, But knock—or ring—no more.

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