Meditations Of A Classical Man On A Mathematical Paper During A Late Fellowship Examination Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCCCCCDDEEFFGG CCHHIIJJKKLLMMNNHHOO GG PPQQCCRRCCEENNCCSSMM TTUUVVEEWWGG| Woe woe is me for whither can I fly | A |
| Where hide me from Mathesis' fearful eye | A |
| Where'er I turn the Goddess haunts my path | B |
| Like grim Megoera in revengeful wrath | B |
| In accents wild that would awake the dead | C |
| Bids me perplexing problems to unthread | C |
| Bids me the laws of x and y to unfold | C |
| And with dry eyes dread mysteries behold | C |
| Not thus when blood maternal he had shed | C |
| The Furies' fangs Orestes wildly fled | C |
| Not thus Ixion fears the falling stone | D |
| Tisiphone's red lash or dark Cocytus' moan | D |
| Spare me Mathesis though thy foe I be | E |
| Though at thy altar ne'er I bend the knee | E |
| Though o'er thy Asses' Bridge I never pass | F |
| And ne'er in this respect will prove an ass | F |
| Still let mild mercy thy fierce anger quell oh | G |
| Let let me live to be a Johnian fellow | G |
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| She hears me not with heart as hard as lead | C |
| She hurls a Rhombus at my luckless head | C |
| Lo where her myrmidons a wrangling crew | H |
| With howls and yells rise darkling to the view | H |
| There Algebra a maiden old and pale | I |
| Drinks double x enough to drown a whale | I |
| There Euclid 'mid a troop of Riders passes | J |
| Riding a Rhomboid o'er the Bridge of Asses | J |
| And shouts to Newton who seems rather deaf | K |
| I've crossed the Bridge in safety Q E F | K |
| There black Mechanics innocent of soap | L |
| Lift the long lever pull the pulley's rope | L |
| Coil the coy cylinder explain the fear | M |
| Which makes the nurse lean slightly to her rear | M |
| Else equilibrium lost to earth she'll fall | N |
| Down will come child nurse crinoline and all | N |
| But why describe the rest a motley crew | H |
| Of every figure magnitude and hue | H |
| Now circles they describe now form in square | O |
| Now cut ellipses in the ambient air | O |
| Then in my ear with one accord they bellow | G |
| Fly wretch thou ne'er shalt be a Johnian Fellow | G |
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| Must I then bid a long farewell to John's | P |
| Its stately courts its wisdom wooing Dons | P |
| Its antique towers its labyrinthine maze | Q |
| Its nights of study and its pleasant days | Q |
| O learned Synod whose decree I wait | C |
| Whose just decision makes or mars my fate | C |
| If in your gardens I have loved to roam | R |
| And found within your courts a second home | R |
| If I have loved the elm trees' quivering shade | C |
| Since on your banks my freshman limbs I laid | C |
| If rustling reeds make music unto me | E |
| More soft more sweet than mortal melody | E |
| If I have loved to urge the flying ball | N |
| Against your Racquet Court's re echoing wall | N |
| If for the honour of the Johnian red | C |
| I've gladly spurned the matutinal bed | C |
| And though at rowing woe is me no dab | S |
| I've rowed my best and seldom caught a crab | S |
| If classic Camus flow to me more dear | M |
| Than yellow Tiber or Ilissus clear | M |
| If fairer seem to me that fragrant stream | T |
| Than Cupid's kiss or Poet's pictured dream | T |
| If I have loved to linger o'er the page | U |
| Of Roman Bard and Academian sage | U |
| If all your grave pursuits your pastimes gay | V |
| Have been my care by night my joy by day | V |
| Still let me roam unworthy tho' I be | E |
| By Cam's slow stream beneath the old elm tree | E |
| Still let me lie in Alma Mater's arms | W |
| Far from the wild world's troubles and alarms | W |
| Hear me nor in stern wrath my prayer repel oh | G |
| Let let me live to be a Johnian Fellow | G |
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Edward Woodley Bowling
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