Williams Verses: A Collection of Poems from the Williams College Athenaeum, Argo, Fortnight, and Literary Monthly

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Samuel Abbott, George Lynde Richardson
Printed at the Riverside Press, 1887 - College verse - 113 pages
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Page 7 - ISEE not the strand, For you all understand That I pass for a mariner; None can be barrener Either of houses or land : But I sail up and down a Red Sea; For the wine that I lift to a lip Rather given to curl in the way called derisive, Whenever a brute is disposed to dispute My pretensions to sip Everlastingly, is, I've A notion, An ocean To me and to all jolly bibbers like me; And the...
Page 88 - Lines twelve to twenty are in great dispute," (Most learnedly the lecturer doth speak,) " I think I shall be able to refute Orelli's claim they 're taken from the Greek. I think, with Bentley, Horace's purpose here Is irony, and yet I do not know But Dillenberger's reading is more clear, For which he gives eight arguments, although Wilkins gives twelve objections to the same
Page 88 - For thou hast captured my porcelain heart, And by my sword I swear thou art A star in the Milky Way.
Page 109 - I've jes' been a-readin' with pleasure The story last written by you-uns, • An' I 'low I aint seen sech a treasure For many and many long moons. It's sartin' ye're powerful acquainted With the kentry of which ye air writin', An' yer sunsets an' sech like air painted With a color that makes 'em invitin'.
Page 110 - ... the whole earth is bright With the new garments of the youthful year, And never branch is dead nor leaf is sere It almost seems — and yet it cannot be — They know — and I am blind and may not see. Aye, life is bitter, and a weary thing, And the fair sights and sounds that to me bring Thoughts of life's sweetness, of life's joy and light, Are but deceits that trick my careless sight And mind — Ah yes ! and yet to me so good, Methinks I would not change them if I could. Frank Preston Brown....
Page 31 - Which did n't sound quite like the rest, though he might Say it just as he praised what I wore. Yet he told me he loved — (am I silly ?) loved me, Though he knows I am only a lass, And I think — but, oh dear ! how I wish I could see Just exactly how much, in the glass.
Page 43 - s the worst of evils ; That amorous Venus, Cupid, Jove, Are only other names for devils. Yet e'en these cold philosophers Sometimes may yield to love's attractions, Not one confessing that he errs If brought to judgment for his actions. For each one thinks he knows the way To give to others rules for living...
Page xi - Lcme and Fun Now strive for foremost place, And though to sing we've but begun, In College Verse, both Love and Fun Close side by side in metre run, — Ab!
Page 54 - d be beguiled And fain would worship at her feet. But — still — I cannot bend the knee, Though oft her praises I have sung, Till I can see why she should be So cruel to her mother — tongue.
Page 47 - re my ideal," quoth the Fair, — And then a happy look shone out From deep brown eyes, soon put to rout, When she : — " of laziness. Ah ! sair ! " HER STORE (OF) HAIR. I swear her locks are purest gold, A priceless web her wealth of hair; But if the solemn truth be told, I guess its only plaited wear.

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