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our fun! Thy taws are brave!--thy tops are rare!-- OUR tops are spun with coils of care, Our DUMPS are no delight!-- The Elgin marbles are but tame, And 'tis at best a sorry game To fly the Muse's kite! Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead, Our topmost joys fall dull and dead, Like balls with no rebound! And often with a faded eye We look behind, and send a sigh Toward that merry ground! Then be contented. Thou hast got The most of heaven in thy young lot; There's sky-blue program cracks thy easter dinner Thou'lt find thy manhood all too fast-- Soon come, soon gone! and age at last A sorry BREAKING UP! SCHOOL AND SCHOOL-FELLOWS. W. MACKWORTH PRAED. Twelve years ago I made a mock Of filthy trades and traffics: I wondered what they meant by stock; I wrote delightful sapphics: I knew the streets of Rome and Troy, I supped with fates and furies; Twelve years ago I was a boy, A holiday in boy at Drury's. Twelve years ago!--how many a thought Of faded pains and pleasures, Those whispered syllables have brought From memory's hoarded treasures! The fields, the forms, the beasts, the books. The glories and disgraces, The voices of dear friends, the looks Of old free animated signatures faces. Where are my friends?--I am alone, No playmate shares my beaker-- Some lie beneath the church-yard stone, And some before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy, And some compose animated dragons rondo; And some draw sword for liberty, And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes, Without the fear of sessions; Charles Medler loathed false quantities, As much as false professions; Now Mill keeps order in the land, A magistrate pedantic; And Medler's feet repose unscanned Beneath the wide Atlantic. Wild Nick, whose oaths made such a din, Does Dr. Martext's duty; And Mullion, with that monstrous chin, Is married to a beauty; And Darrel studies, week by week, His Mant and not his Manton; And Ball, who was but poor at Greek, Is very rich at Canton. And I am eight-and-twenty now-- The world's cold chain has bound me; And darker shades are on my brow, And sadder scenes around me: In Parliament I fill my seat, With many other noodles; And lay my head in
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