A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCCC CCCCDCDC EECCCCCC FFFCGGGC GGGCCCCC GGGCFFFC CCDCCCCC CCCHCCCH IJICCCCC CCCCCCCC GGGCCCCC FFKLFFFL CCCCFFFC FFFCCCCC FFFCMGGC GNECEEEC GGGGCCCG CCCCOGOC EEECEEEC FFFGFFFG GGGCFFFC EEEGGGGG FFFCEEEC FFFCGGGCDeep St Mary's bell had sounded | A |
And the twelve notes gently rounded | A |
Endless chimneys that surrounded | A |
My abode in Trinity | B |
Letter G Old Court South Attics | C |
I shut up my mathematics | C |
That confounded hydrostatics | C |
Sink it in the deepest sea | C |
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In the grate the flickering embers | C |
Served to show how dull November s | C |
Fogs had stamped my torpid members | C |
Like a plucked and skinny goose | C |
And as I prepared for bed I | D |
Asked myself with voice unsteady | C |
If of all the stuff I read I | D |
Ever made the slightest use | C |
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Late to bed and early rising | E |
Ever luxury despising | E |
Ever training never quot sizing quot | C |
I have suffered with the rest | C |
Yellow cheek and forehead ruddy | C |
Memory confused and muddy | C |
These are the effects of study | C |
Of a subject so unblest | C |
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Look beyond and see the wrangler | F |
Now become a College dangler | F |
Court some spiritual angler | F |
Nibbling at his golden bait | C |
Hear him silence restive Reason | G |
Her advice is out of season | G |
While her lord is plotting treason | G |
Gainst himself and Church or State | C |
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See him next with place and pension | G |
And the very best intention | G |
Of upholding that Convention | G |
Under which his fortunes rose | C |
Every scruple is rejected | C |
With his cherished schemes connected | C |
quot Higher Powers may be neglected | C |
His result no further goes quot | C |
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Much he lauds the education | G |
Which has raised to lofty station | G |
Men whose powers of calculation | G |
Calculation s self defied | C |
How the learned fool would wonder | F |
Were he now to see his blunder | F |
When he put his reason under | F |
The control of worldly Pride | C |
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Thus I muttered very seedy | C |
Husky was my throat and reedy | C |
And no wonder for indeed I | D |
Now had caught a dreadful cold | C |
Thickest fog had settled slowly | C |
Round the candle burning lowly | C |
Round the fire where melancholy | C |
Traced retreating hills of gold | C |
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Still those papers lay before me | C |
Problems made express to bore me | C |
When a silent change came o er me | C |
In my hard uneasy chair | H |
Fire and fog and candle faded | C |
Spectral forms the room invaded | C |
Little creatures that paraded | C |
On the problems lying there | H |
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Fathers there of every college | I |
Led the glorious ranks of knowledge | J |
Men whose virtues all acknowledge | I |
Levied the proctorial fines | C |
There the modest Moderators | C |
Set apart as arbitrators | C |
Twixt contending calculators | C |
Scrutinised the trembling lines | C |
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All the costly apparatus | C |
That is meant to elevate us | C |
To the intellectual status | C |
Necessary for degrees | C |
College tutors private coaches | C |
Line the Senate house approaches | C |
If our Alma Mater dote she s | C |
Taken care of well by these | C |
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Much I doubted if the vision | G |
Were the simple repetition | G |
Of the statements of Commission | G |
Strangely jumbled oddly placed | C |
When an awful form ascended | C |
And with cruel words defended | C |
Those abuses that offended | C |
My unsanctioned private taste | C |
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Angular in form and feature | F |
Unlike any earthly creature | F |
She had properties to meet your | K |
Eye whatever you might view | L |
Hair of pens and skin of paper | F |
Breath not breath but chemic vapour | F |
Dress such dress as College Draper | F |
Fashions with precision due | L |
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Eyes of glass with optic axes | C |
Twisting rays of light as flax is | C |
Twisted while the Parallax is | C |
Made to show the real size | C |
Primary and secondary | F |
Focal lines in planes contrary | F |
Sum up all that's known to vary | F |
In those dull unmeaning eyes | C |
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Such the eyes through which all Nature | F |
Seems reduced to meaner stature | F |
If you had them you would hate your | F |
Symbolising sense of sight | C |
Seeing planets in their courses | C |
Thick beset with arrowy quot forces quot | C |
While the common eye no more sees | C |
Than their mild and quiet light | C |
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quot Son quot she said what could be queerer | F |
Than thus t te t te to hear her | F |
Talk in tones approaching nearer | F |
To a saw's than aught beside | C |
For the voice the spectre spoke in | M |
Might be known by many a token | G |
To proceed from metal broken | G |
When acoustic tricks were tried | C |
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Little pleased to hear the Siren | G |
quot Own quot me thus with voice of iron | N |
I had thoughts of just retiring | E |
From a mother such a fright | C |
quot No quot she said quot the time is pressing | E |
So before I give my blessing | E |
I ll excuse you from confessing | E |
What you thought of me to night | C |
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quot Powers quot she cried with hoarse devotion | G |
quot Give my son the clearest notion | G |
How to compass sure promotion | G |
And take care of Number One | G |
Let his college course be pleasant | C |
Let him ever as at present | C |
Seem to have read what he hasn't | C |
And to do what can t be done | G |
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Of the Philosophic Spirit | C |
Richly may my son inherit | C |
As for Poetry inter it | C |
With the myths of other days | C |
Cut the thing entirely lest yon | O |
College Don should put the question | G |
Why not stick to what you're best on | O |
Mathematics always pays quot | C |
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As the Hag was thus proceeding | E |
To prescribe my course of reading | E |
And as I was faintly pleading | E |
Hardly knowing what to say | C |
Suddenly my head inclining | E |
I beheld a light form shining | E |
And the withered beldam whining | E |
Saw the same and slunk away | C |
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Then the vision growing brighter | F |
Seemed to make my garret lighter | F |
As when noisome fogs of night are | F |
Scattered by the rising sun | G |
Nearer still it grew and nearer | F |
Till my straining eyes caught clearer | F |
Glimpses of a being dearer | F |
Dearer still than Number One | G |
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In that well remembered Vision | G |
I was led to the decision | G |
Still to hold in calm derision | G |
Pedantry however draped | C |
Since that artificial spectre | F |
Proved a paltry sub collector | F |
And had nothing to connect her | F |
With the being whom she aped | C |
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I could never finish telling | E |
You of her that has her dwelling | E |
Where those springs of truth are welling | E |
Whence all streams of beauty run | G |
She has taught me that creation | G |
Bears the test of calculation | G |
But that Man forgets his station | G |
If he stops when that is done | G |
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Is our algebra the measure | F |
Of that unexhausted treasure | F |
That affords the purest pleasure | F |
Ever found when it is sought | C |
Let us rather realising | E |
The conclusions thence arising | E |
Nature more than symbols prizing | E |
Learn to worship as we ought | C |
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Worship Yes what worship better | F |
Than when free'd from every fetter | F |
That the uninforming letter | F |
Rivets on the tortured mind | C |
Man with silent admiration | G |
Sees the glories of Creation | G |
And in holy contemplation | G |
Leaves the learned crowd behind | C |
James Clerk Maxwell
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