Hic Vir, Hic Est (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
Often, when o'er tree and turret,Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I lingerKnown familiarly as 'King's.'And the ghosts ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret,Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I lingerKnown familiarly as 'King's.'And the ghosts ...
Queen Cram went strayingWhere Tait was swaying,In just hands weighing,With care immense,Dry proofs made pleasantBy Routh or BesantFor one who ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
Resplendent as on that great morn he rose, When, from the inmost depth of heaven's immense, The bright eternal solitude ...
_A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis_. I Aemilia Girtonensis, By the Nine Muses swore That the ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
"ROSY Bacchus and Pallas once had an affray, Where neither would precedence yield; For each seem'd determin'd on gaining the ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's."And ...
What doth this noise of thoughts within my heart, As if ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
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