The Battle Of The Pons Trium Trojanorum (E W Bowling Poems)
_A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis_. I Aemilia Girtonensis, By the Nine Muses swore That the ...
_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 ...
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
OXFORD. CAMBRIDGE. 1. R. T. RAIKES. ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
1. HAWKSHAW 3rd Trinity. 5. KINGLAKE 3rd Trinity. 2. PIGOTT Corpus. ...
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
Fred And Bill. Two twins were once born in a Bedfordshire home; Such events in the best managed households may ...
1. WATNEY Lady Margaret. 5. STEAVENSON Trinity Hall 2. BEEBEE Lady Margaret. 6. BORTHWICK 1st Trinity. ...
One Glass Of Beer. Tom Smith was the son of a Bedfordshire man; (The Smiths, we all know, are a ...
My miserable countrymen, whose wont is once a-year To lounge in watering-places, disagreeable and dear; Who on pigmy Cambrian mountains, ...
Smoking lately in my "Funny," as I'm wont, beneath the bank, Listening to Cam's rippling murmurs thro' the ...
There once was a time when I revelled in rhyme, with Valentines deluged my cousins, Translated Tibullus and ...
1. BOYCOTT, W. 5. PALEY, G. A. 2. FERGUSON, R. S. 6. ...
It was a young Examiner, scarce thirty were his years, His name our University loves, honours, and reveres: He pondered ...
Ridicula nuper cymba, sicut meus est mos, Flumineas propter salices et murmura Cami, Multa movens mecum, fumo inspirante, iacebam. Illic ...
The Two Maidens Two Bedfordshire maidens in one village dwelt; Side by side in their Church every Sunday they knelt; ...
Woe, woe is me! for whither can I fly? Where hide me from Mathesis' fearful eye? Where'er I turn the ...
Let penny-a-liners columns pour Of turgid efflorescence, Describe in language that would floor Our Cayleys, Rouths, and Besants, ...
By the waters of Cam, as the shades were descending, A Fellow sat moaning his desolate lot; From his ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
I made an ascent of the Eiger Last year, which has ne'er been surpassed; 'Twas dangerous, long, and laborious, ...
We who know not the charms of a glass below Zero, Come list to the lay of an Alpine Club ...
'Tis done! Henceforth nor joy nor woe Can make or mar my fate; I gaze around, above, below, ...
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
She wore a sweet pink bonnet, The sweetest ever known: And as I gazed upon it, My heart ...
Wish ye, sons of Alma Mater, Long lost laurels to replace? Listen to a stout old Pater, Once ...
(OR, WHAT SHOULD A MAIDEN BE?) What should a maiden be? Pure as the rill, Ere it has left its ...
When the shades of eve descending Throw o'er cloistered courts their gloom, Dimly with the twilight blending Memories ...
When the Cambridge flower-show ended, And the flowers and guests were gone, And the evening shades descended, Roamed ...
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