Mensae Secvndae Verses written in Balliol College [by H. C. Beeching] |
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Nescit qvippe ille qvid sit fvtvrvm.
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Nescit qvippe ille qvid sit fvtvrvm.
Thy path is set through dust and mire,
In waste lands dreary and forlorn,
In lands where weeds outgrow the corn,
And nothing is that men desire.
In waste lands dreary and forlorn,
In lands where weeds outgrow the corn,
And nothing is that men desire.
The Hours, unseen, are at thy side
With wings reluctant and with hands
Outstretch'd to lead thee to the lands
Where all the year is summer-tide.
With wings reluctant and with hands
Outstretch'd to lead thee to the lands
Where all the year is summer-tide.
And while thou heedest not, their wings
Are lightly spread, and they speed by;
Nor will thy prayers and ceaseless cry
Recall them, nor thy sorrowings.
Are lightly spread, and they speed by;
Nor will thy prayers and ceaseless cry
Recall them, nor thy sorrowings.
And backward thou dost turn to mark
What lovelier form thine eyes may see
In all the measureless to be
Emerging from the distant dark.
What lovelier form thine eyes may see
In all the measureless to be
Emerging from the distant dark.
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While others come, as fair as they;
And others go, despised, unwoo'd;
And thou in thy relentless mood
Art ever waiting by the way
And others go, despised, unwoo'd;
And thou in thy relentless mood
Art ever waiting by the way
Till she, thy love, at last appears;
And in her eyes is no desire,
Nor glow from out Love's altar-fire,
But bitter vials of cold tears.
And in her eyes is no desire,
Nor glow from out Love's altar-fire,
But bitter vials of cold tears.
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