There, ’mid mammoths and crocodiles, high on a shelf,
Let him stand as a monument raised to himself.
A REMINISCENCE OF TROY.
FROM THE SCHOLIAST.
It was the ninth year of the Trojan war—
A tedious pull at best:
A lot of us were sitting by the shore—
Tydides, Phocas, Castor, and the rest—
Some whittling shingles and some stringing bows,
And cutting up our friends, and cutting up our foes.