A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Deep St Mary's bell had soundedA
And the twelve notes gently roundedA
Endless chimneys that surroundedA
My abode in TrinityB
Letter G Old Court South AtticsC
I shut up my mathematicsC
That confounded hydrostaticsC
Sink it in the deepest seaC
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In the grate the flickering embersC
Served to show how dull November sC
Fogs had stamped my torpid membersC
Like a plucked and skinny gooseC
And as I prepared for bed ID
Asked myself with voice unsteadyC
If of all the stuff I read ID
Ever made the slightest useC
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Late to bed and early risingE
Ever luxury despisingE
Ever training never quot sizing quotC
I have suffered with the restC
Yellow cheek and forehead ruddyC
Memory confused and muddyC
These are the effects of studyC
Of a subject so unblestC
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Look beyond and see the wranglerF
Now become a College danglerF
Court some spiritual anglerF
Nibbling at his golden baitC
Hear him silence restive ReasonG
Her advice is out of seasonG
While her lord is plotting treasonG
Gainst himself and Church or StateC
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See him next with place and pensionG
And the very best intentionG
Of upholding that ConventionG
Under which his fortunes roseC
Every scruple is rejectedC
With his cherished schemes connectedC
quot Higher Powers may be neglectedC
His result no further goes quotC
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Much he lauds the educationG
Which has raised to lofty stationG
Men whose powers of calculationG
Calculation s self defiedC
How the learned fool would wonderF
Were he now to see his blunderF
When he put his reason underF
The control of worldly PrideC
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Thus I muttered very seedyC
Husky was my throat and reedyC
And no wonder for indeed ID
Now had caught a dreadful coldC
Thickest fog had settled slowlyC
Round the candle burning lowlyC
Round the fire where melancholyC
Traced retreating hills of goldC
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Still those papers lay before meC
Problems made express to bore meC
When a silent change came o er meC
In my hard uneasy chairH
Fire and fog and candle fadedC
Spectral forms the room invadedC
Little creatures that paradedC
On the problems lying thereH
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Fathers there of every collegeI
Led the glorious ranks of knowledgeJ
Men whose virtues all acknowledgeI
Levied the proctorial finesC
There the modest ModeratorsC
Set apart as arbitratorsC
Twixt contending calculatorsC
Scrutinised the trembling linesC
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All the costly apparatusC
That is meant to elevate usC
To the intellectual statusC
Necessary for degreesC
College tutors private coachesC
Line the Senate house approachesC
If our Alma Mater dote she sC
Taken care of well by theseC
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Much I doubted if the visionG
Were the simple repetitionG
Of the statements of CommissionG
Strangely jumbled oddly placedC
When an awful form ascendedC
And with cruel words defendedC
Those abuses that offendedC
My unsanctioned private tasteC
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Angular in form and featureF
Unlike any earthly creatureF
She had properties to meet yourK
Eye whatever you might viewL
Hair of pens and skin of paperF
Breath not breath but chemic vapourF
Dress such dress as College DraperF
Fashions with precision dueL
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Eyes of glass with optic axesC
Twisting rays of light as flax isC
Twisted while the Parallax isC
Made to show the real sizeC
Primary and secondaryF
Focal lines in planes contraryF
Sum up all that's known to varyF
In those dull unmeaning eyesC
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Such the eyes through which all NatureF
Seems reduced to meaner statureF
If you had them you would hate yourF
Symbolising sense of sightC
Seeing planets in their coursesC
Thick beset with arrowy quot forces quotC
While the common eye no more seesC
Than their mild and quiet lightC
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quot Son quot she said what could be queererF
Than thus t te t te to hear herF
Talk in tones approaching nearerF
To a saw's than aught besideC
For the voice the spectre spoke inM
Might be known by many a tokenG
To proceed from metal brokenG
When acoustic tricks were triedC
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Little pleased to hear the SirenG
quot Own quot me thus with voice of ironN
I had thoughts of just retiringE
From a mother such a frightC
quot No quot she said quot the time is pressingE
So before I give my blessingE
I ll excuse you from confessingE
What you thought of me to nightC
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quot Powers quot she cried with hoarse devotionG
quot Give my son the clearest notionG
How to compass sure promotionG
And take care of Number OneG
Let his college course be pleasantC
Let him ever as at presentC
Seem to have read what he hasn'tC
And to do what can t be doneG
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Of the Philosophic SpiritC
Richly may my son inheritC
As for Poetry inter itC
With the myths of other daysC
Cut the thing entirely lest yonO
College Don should put the questionG
Why not stick to what you're best onO
Mathematics always pays quotC
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As the Hag was thus proceedingE
To prescribe my course of readingE
And as I was faintly pleadingE
Hardly knowing what to sayC
Suddenly my head incliningE
I beheld a light form shiningE
And the withered beldam whiningE
Saw the same and slunk awayC
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Then the vision growing brighterF
Seemed to make my garret lighterF
As when noisome fogs of night areF
Scattered by the rising sunG
Nearer still it grew and nearerF
Till my straining eyes caught clearerF
Glimpses of a being dearerF
Dearer still than Number OneG
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In that well remembered VisionG
I was led to the decisionG
Still to hold in calm derisionG
Pedantry however drapedC
Since that artificial spectreF
Proved a paltry sub collectorF
And had nothing to connect herF
With the being whom she apedC
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I could never finish tellingE
You of her that has her dwellingE
Where those springs of truth are wellingE
Whence all streams of beauty runG
She has taught me that creationG
Bears the test of calculationG
But that Man forgets his stationG
If he stops when that is doneG
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Is our algebra the measureF
Of that unexhausted treasureF
That affords the purest pleasureF
Ever found when it is soughtC
Let us rather realisingE
The conclusions thence arisingE
Nature more than symbols prizingE
Learn to worship as we oughtC
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Worship Yes what worship betterF
Than when free'd from every fetterF
That the uninforming letterF
Rivets on the tortured mindC
Man with silent admirationG
Sees the glories of CreationG
And in holy contemplationG
Leaves the learned crowd behindC

James Clerk Maxwell



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