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LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOURTEENTH
DARKNESS succeeds to twilight:
Through lattice and through skylight The stars no doubt, if one looked out,
Might be observed to shine: And sitting by the embers
I elevate my members
Commence a Valentine.
Yea! by St. Valentinus,
Emma shall not be minus What all young ladies, whate'er their grade is,
Expect to-day no doubt: Emma the fair, the stately,
Whom I beheld so lately,
46 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY.
Smiling beneath the snow-white wreath
Which told that she was "out.”
Wherefore fly to her, swallow,
And mention that I'd “follow,”
I died, had I but wings :
The South an old offender;
All kinds of pretty things.
Say I grow hourly thinner,
Simply abhor my dinner-
Each day, for form's sake merely :
And I am found extended,
To think on Her's sincerely.
“HIC VIR, HIC EST.”
OFTEN, when o'er tree and turret,
Eve a dying radiance flings, By that ancient pile I linger
Known familiarly as “King's.” And the ghosts of days departed
Rise, and in my burning breast All the undergraduate wakens,
And my spirit is at rest.
What, but a revolting fiction,
Seems the actual result
Of the Census's enquiries
Made upon the 15th ult. ?
Nor of year or changes recks.
Though my scalp is almost hairless,
And my figure grows convex.
Backward moves the kindly dial;
And I'm numbered once again With those noblest of their species
Called emphatically “Men': Loaf, as I have loafed aforetime,
Through the streets, with tranquil mind, And a long-backed fancy-mongrel
Trailing casually behind:
Past the Senate-house I saunter,
Whistling with an easy grace; Past the cabbage-stalks that carpet
Still the beefy market-place ;
In the light sarcastic eye,
Pass, without a tribute, by.
Once, an unassuming Freshman,
Thro' these wilds I wandered on,
Seeing in each house a College,
Under every cap a Don : Each perambulating infant
Had a magic in its squall, For my eager eye detected
Senior Wranglers in them all.
By degrees my education
Grew, and I became as others; Learned to blunt my moral feelings
By the aid of Bacon Brothers; Bought me tiny boots of Mortlock,
And colossal prints of Roe; And ignored the proposition
That both time and money go.
Learned to work the wary dogcart
Artfully thro’ King's Parade ;