"Poems in Prose" seem all the go. They're bad enough, but worse The dreary hotch-potch we all know Too sadly;—prose in verse!
OLD THREE-VOL.
There rose two Book-Kings in the West, Two Kings both great and high; And they have sworn a solemn oath Good old Three-Vol. shall die.
They took a pen and wrote him down, Piled sins upon his head; And they have sworn a solemn oath Good old Three-Vol. is dead.
But when "the Season" comes once more, And folks for fiction call, Old Three-Vol. may rise up again, And sore surprise them all!
REMNANTS.
(A Pindaric Fragment.)
In the young season's prime Yon remnant felt its major portion reft, And waited for the surplus time Ingloriously left.