a poem composed purposedly of the Trojan war

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And what was worse, the other man had made his point so subtly, even gentlemanlily, without a change of tone or a revealing expression;

Let us hide our heads, and shut up the page. The lists came out; and a dreadful rumour rushed through the university, that Pendennis of Boniface was plucked.