Chapter 544 of 1964 · 61 words · ~1 min read

XCVII.

I know that what our neighbours call _"longueurs,"_ (We've not so good a _word_, but have the _thing_, In that complete perfection which insures An epic from Bob Southey every spring--) Form not the true temptation which allures The reader; but 't would not be hard to bring Some fine examples of the _Epopée_, To prove its grand ingredient is _Ennui_.[216]