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  • The May Term
    Mille venit variis florum Dea nexa coronis:
    Scena ioci morem liberioris habet.

    OV. FAST. IV. 945, 946. ...
  • A Tragedy Of The 19th Century
    "Et potis es nigrum vitio praefigere Delta." - PERSIUS.


    It was a young Examiner, scarce thirty were his years, ...
  • Bedfordshire Ballad. - Iv
    HOME, SWEET HOME.


    I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, ...
  • Solitude In September
    O BEATA SOLITUDO; O SOLA BEATITUDO.

    (Inscription in the Grounds of Burg Birseck, near Basel.)
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  • The Battle Of The Pons Trium Trojanorum: A Lay Sung In The Temple Of Minerva Girtanensis
    A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis.


    [NOTE. - On Thursday, February 24th, 1881, three Graces were submitted to the Senate of the University of Cambridge, confirming the Report of The Syndicate appointed June 3rd, 1880, to consider four memorials relating to the Higher Education of Women. The first two Graces were passed by majorities of 398 and 258 against 32 and 26 respectively; the third was unopposed. The allusions in the following lay will probably be understood only by those who reside in Cambridge; but it may be stated that Professor Kennedy, Professor Fawcett, and Sir C. Dilke gave their votes and influence in favour of The Graces, while Dr. Guillemard, Mr. Wace, Mr. Potts, Professor Lumby, Dr. Perowne, Mr. Horne and Mr. Hamblin Smith voted against The Graces.] ...
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