Reflections Of A Magistrand. On Returning To St. Andrews Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CC DD EE FF GG AA DD HH II JJ KK LM NN OO DD AA PP QR II FF SS FF FF TT UU VV WW BA XX VV FF| In the hard familiar horse box I am sitting once again | A |
| Creeping back to old St Andrews comes the slow North British train | B |
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| Bearing bejants with their luggage boxes full of heavy books | C |
| Which the porter hot and tipless eyes with unforgiving looks | C |
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| Bearing third year men and second bearing them and bearing me | D |
| Who am now a fourth year magnate with two parts of my degree | D |
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| We have started off from Leuchars and my thoughts have started too | E |
| Back to times when this sensation was entirely fresh and new | E |
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| When I marvelled at the towers beyond the Eden's wide expanse | F |
| Eager hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's manse | F |
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| With some money in his pocket with some down upon his cheek | G |
| With the elements of Latin with the rudiments of Greek | G |
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| And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then | A |
| Underneath the towers he looks at in among the throngs of men | A |
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| Men from Fife and men from Forfar from the High School of Dundee | D |
| Ten or twelve from other counties and from England two or three | D |
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| Oh the Bursary Competition oh the wonder and the rage | H |
| When I saw my name omitted from the schedule in the cage | H |
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| Grief is strong but youth elastic and I rallied from the blow | I |
| For I felt that there were few things in the world I did not know | I |
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| Then my ready made opinions upon all things under heaven | J |
| I declaimed with sound and fury to an audience of eleven | J |
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| Gathered in the Logic class room sworn to settle the debate | K |
| Does the Stage upon the whole demoralise or elevate | K |
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| This and other joys I tasted I became a Volunteer | L |
| Murmuring Dulce et decorum in the Battery Sergeant's ear | M |
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| Joined the Golf Club and with others of an afternoon was seen | N |
| Vainly searching in the whins or foozling on the putting green | N |
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| Took a minor part in Readings lifted up my voice and sang | O |
| At the Musical rehearsals till the class room rafters rang | O |
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| Wrote long poems for the Column entered for the S R C | D |
| And if I remember rightly was thrown out by twenty three | D |
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| Ground a little for my classes till the hour of nine or ten | A |
| When I read a decent novel or went out to see some men | A |
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| So I reaped the large experience which has made me what I am | P |
| Far removed from bejanthood as is St Andrews from Siam | P |
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| But with age and with experience disenchantment comes to all | Q |
| Even pleasure on the keenest appetite at last will pall | R |
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| Had I now a hundred pounds a hundred pounds would I bestow | I |
| To enjoy the loud solatium as I did three years ago | I |
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| When the songs were less familiar less familiar too the pies | F |
| And I did not mind receiving orange peel between the eyes | F |
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| Yet in spite of disenchantment and in spite of finding out | S |
| There are some things in the world that I am hardly sure about | S |
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| Still sufficient of illusion and inexplicable grace | F |
| Hangs about the grey old town to make it a delightful place | F |
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| Though solatiums charm no longer though a gaudeamus fails | F |
| With its atmosphere unwholesome to expand my spirit's sails | F |
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| Though rectorial elections are if anything a bore | T |
| And I do not care to carry dripping torches any more | T |
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| Though my soul for Moral lectures does not vehemently yearn | U |
| Though the north east winds are bitter I am willing to return | U |
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| At this point in my reflections on the left the Links expand | V |
| Many a whin bush full of prickles many a bunker full of sand | V |
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| And I see distinguished club men whom I only know by sight | W |
| Old obese and scarlet coated playing golf with all their might | W |
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| As they were three years ago when first I travelled by this train | B |
| As they will be three years hence if I should come this way again | A |
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| What to them is train or traveller what to them the flight of time | X |
| But we draw too near the station to indulge in the sublime | X |
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| In a minute at the furthest on the platform I shall stand | V |
| Waiting till they take my trunk out with my hat box in my hand | V |
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| As the railway train approaches and the train of thought recedes | F |
| I behold Professor in a brand new suit of tweeds | F |
Robert Fuller Murray
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