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Then again does manhood's vigour Nerve my arm with iron strength; As of old when trained with rigour We beat Oxford by a length. Once again the willow wielding Do I urge the flying ball; Till "lost ball" the men who're fielding Hot and weary faintly call. Then I think of hours of study, Study silent as the tomb, Till the rays of morning ruddy Shone within my lonely room. Once again my heart is burning With ambition's restless glow; And long hidden founts of learning O'er my thirsty spirit flow. Soon fresh scenes my fancy people, For I see a wooded hill; See above the well-known steeple; Hear below the well-known rill; Joyous sounds each gale is bringing, Wafted on its fragrant breath; Hark! I hear young voices singing, Voices silent now in death. Brothers, sisters, loved and loving, Hold me in their fond embrace; Half forgiving, half reproving, I can see my Mother's face, Mid a night of raven tresses, Through the gloom two sad eyes shine; And my hand a soft hand presses, And a heart beats close to mine. In mine ears a voice is ringing, Sweeter far than earthly strain, Heavenly consolation bringing From the land that knows no pain, And when slowly from me stealing Fades that vision into air, Every pulse beats with the feeling That a Spirit loved was there. A VALENTINE. O how shall I write a love-ditty To my Alice on Valentine's day? How win the affection or pity Of a being so lively and gay? For I'm an unpicturesque creature, Fond of pipes and port wine and a doze Without a respectable feature, With a squint and a very queer nose. But she is a being seraphic, Full of fun, full of frolic and mirth; Who can talk in a manner most graphic Every possible language on earth. When she's roaming in regions Italic, You would think her a fair Florentine; She speaks German like Schiller; and Gallic Better far than Rousseau or Racine. She sings--sweeter far than a cymbal (A sound which I never have heard); She plays--and her fingers most nimble Make music more soft than a bird. She speaks--'tis like melody stealing O'er the Mediterranean sea; She smiles--I am instantly kneeling On each gouty and corpulent knee. 'Tis night! the pale moon shines in heaven (Where else it should shine I do
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