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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Banished Bejant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the unpublished remains of Edgar Allan Poe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the oldest of our alleys,<br>By good bejants tenanted,<br>Once a man whose name was Wallace—<br>William Wallace—reared his head.<br>Rowdy Bejant in the college<br>He was styled:<br>Never had these halls of knowledge<br>Welcomed waster half so wild!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tassel blue and long and silken<br>From his cap did float and flow<br>(This was cast into the Swilcan<br>Two months ago);<br>And every gentle air that sported<br>With his red gown,<br>Displayed a suit of clothes, reported<br>The most alarming in the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wanderers in that ancient alley<br>Through his luminous window saw<br>Spirits come continually<br>From a case well packed with straw,<br>Just behind the chair where, sitting<br>With air serene,<br>And in a blazer loosely fitting,<br>The owner of the bunk was seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all with cards and counters straying<br>Was the place littered o'er,<br>With which sat playing, playing, playing,<br>And wrangling evermore,<br>A group of fellows, whose chief function<br>Was to proclaim,<br>In voices of surpassing unction,<br>Their luck and losses in the game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But stately things, in robes of learning,<br>Discussed one day the bejant's fate:<br>Ah, let us mourn him unreturning,<br>For they resolved to rusticate!<br>And now the glory he inherits,<br>Thus dished and doomed,<br>Is largely founded on the merits<br>Of the Old Tom consumed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wanderers, now, within that alley<br>Through the half-open shutters see,<br>Old crones, that talk continually<br>In a discordant minor key:<br>While, with a kind of nervous shiver,<br>Past the front door,<br>His former set go by for ever,<br>But knock—or ring—no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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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 kno..."></div>
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