A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

It is a thing, God wot! that can be told by none.

XXVI.

Now by the creeping shadows of the noon,

The hour is come to lay aside their lore;

The cheerful pedagogue perceives it soon,

And cries, 'Begone!' unto the imps,—and four

Snatch their two hats, and struggle for the door,

Like ardent spirits vented from a cask,

All blythe and boisterous,—but leave two more,