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Horace Eglantine deep at Pierian spring
Inspiration poetic shall quaff,
In numbers majestic with Shakespeare to sing,
Or in Lyrics with Pindar to laugh.
Little Gradus, sage Dick, you'll a senator see,
But a lawyer in every sense,
Whose personal interest must paramount be,
No matter whate'er his pretence.
The exquisite Lilyman Lionise mark,
Of fashion the fool and the sport;
With the gamesters a dupe, he shall drop like a spark,
Forgot by the blaze of the court.
Bob Transit,--if prudent, respected and rich
By his talent shall rise into note;
And in Fame's honor'd temple be sure of a niche,
By each R.A.'s unanimous vote.
Bernard Blackmantle's fortune alone is in doubt,
For prophets ne'er tell of themselves;
But one thing his heart has a long time found out,
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'Tis his love for Etonian elves.
For the college, and dames, and the dear playing fields
Where science and friendship preside,
For the spot which the balm of true happiness yields,
As each day by its fellow doth glide.
Adieu, honor'd masters! kind dames, fare thee well!
Ye light-hearted spirits adieu!
How feeble my Vale--my griev'd feelings to tell
As Etona declines from my view.
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