College Rooms-The Reverie. Νέα γὰρ φρόντις οὐκ αλγεῖν φιλεῖ.—EURIPIDES. THE merry group hath parted. The dark gleaming Of the dull embers casts a fitful light Through the old chamber but so lately bright With gay lamps o'er the rich red-wine cups beaming. Lo! with fixed eye and foot, the youth stands dreaming Over his future life. Before his sight Rises some new-born vision of delight, And he is smiling at the shadowy seeming. 'Tis gone. The lips compress'd, and frowning brow, Speak him in perils plung'd, of danger scornful. A shade of grief is passing o'er him now; Mark how it bends him down with leaden weight. 'Tis for some friend's imaginary fate, Not for himself-his fate shall ne'er be mournful! College Rooms- Pleasure. "Suæ non immemor artis, Omnia transformat sese in miracula rerum, Ignemque, horribilemque ferum fluviumque liquentem." PROTEAN Pleasure! in how varied forms Dost show thyself to mortals, and elude Some place thine eremite cell: more giddy swarms * Manzoni, in the I Promessi Sposi, draws a moving picture of this very circumstance happening during the famine of Milan, in the year 1603. College Booms-Vanity of Vanities. "Lo tempo e poco omai che e ne concesso."-Dante. OFT, as Arachne o'er her meshes ran When nearly told the almost dwindled span. Only death-ended; struggle from our prime, Christ Church Talk from College Windows Wellington. "Et notum pueris, et qui nondum ære lavantur.' "He was a man, take him for all in all, "-JUVENAL. I ne'er shall look upon his like again."-Hamlet. I WILL not forth, but mark, myself unseen, From my deep window seat, the glittering throng Christ Church' broad walk embower'd in leafy green, [At the installation of the Duke of Wellington as Chancellor of Oxford, the long and broad walk of Christ Church Meadows was of an evening so thronged with the numerous visitors that it was literally next to impossible to keep moving amid the mass.] Christ Church Totalk from College (Continued.) "Nec judicis ira, nec ignis, Nec ferrum poterit, nec edax abolere vetustas."—OVID. I LOOK again; and lo! as at the spell Can draw the reverence of age and youth? |