College rhymes, contributed by members of the universities of Oxford and Cambridge, Volume 11860 |
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Adn't arms BALLIOL COLLEGE bark beams BLEST boughs bowers breast Breathe Bright gleams brow CAMBRIDGE COLLEGE RHYMES CONTRIBUTED BY MEMBERS crimson curse dance dark dead deeds divine druv E'en Earth is aweary EUR.HECUBA eyes fair faithless Farewell flashing flying terms friends gallant youth gaze GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND glorious glow Gown Greenland happy isles hath head heart Heaven holy Holywell hope ISLANDS Kymric land LENT TERM linger MANSELL meet the clown melody mortal mountain Neath never night Niobe northland o'er OXFORD pure purple rage ready to meet rest is nigh RIFLE-MEN rise ROSSALL Saxon shine shore sleep slumber soft sound spear SPIRIT OF HARMONY splendour stern storm strain STREAM TO LONDON Sunbeam's golden sweet thee THOU ART throne thunder Town UNIVERSITIES OF OXFORD vale voice VOLUNTEER SONG VORTIGERN W. A. O. Trinity College warriors wave WICIOUS wild WOICE yore
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Halaman 2 - Signiors,. My very noble and approved good Masters Of Arts, ye Bachelors and Commoners, Ye Doctors, Proctors, Scholars, Dons, and Men, And last, not least, Subscribers to whose kindness We owe our life ; that we have rushed to print It is most true, true we have headlong rushed, The very head and front of our offending, Hath this extent, no more...
Halaman 16 - ... so. Double your fists for the state and the church, Better the purple claret should flow, Than ' la belle science' be left in the lurch. Gown ! Gown ! into the Town, Eeady, be ready to meet the clown. Into them, into them, into them Gown. * Suggested by a paragraph in the " Times,
Halaman 15 - Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen, form ! INTO THEM GOWN.** A Wicked Parody on RIFLEMEN FORM. THERE was a sound of " Town " from afar, Town in the High that threaten'da mill, Storm of town, and thunder of gown, And town have got with them
Halaman 15 - Gown ! Gown ! into the Town, Eeady, be ready to meet the clown, Into them, into them, into them Gown. Be not afraid of the peeler's staves, Be not gulled by a proctor's plea, Velvetty arms are for flunkies, my braves, Why should a proctor stop our spree ? Gown...
Halaman 25 - TTICTOE love, before thy might • Arms will fail, and wealth is weak, Yet thou sleep'st the live-long night In the maiden's dimpled cheek. Lightly thou treadest the wind-tost wave, And bright is thy path to the woodland cave, Spirit's wing, or mortal's art, Nought escapes thy venom'd dart. And they who feel the wound, in frenzied fondness rave. Thy spell the purest spirit turns...