Halcyon . The poet pens his odes and sonnets sprnceWith quills plucked from the ordinary goose,While critics zvrite their sharp, incisive linesWith quills snatched from the fretful porcupines. Faculty: // tits thee not to ask the reason ivhy,Because zue hid it. The President : Why. man, he doth bestride the narrozv zvorld like a Hull : The very pink of courtesy. Dr. Holmes : Loose his heard, and hoary hairStreamed like a meteor to the troubled air. Dr. Battin : / am not in the roll of common men. Dr. Alleman : Oh, what a deal of scorn looks heantifulIn the contempt and anger of hi

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Halcyon . The poet pens his odes and sonnets sprnceWith quills plucked from the ordinary goose,While critics zvrite their sharp, incisive linesWith quills snatched from the fretful porcupines. Faculty: // tits thee not to ask the reason ivhy,Because zue hid it. The President : Why. man, he doth bestride the narrozv zvorld like a Hull : The very pink of courtesy. Dr. Holmes : Loose his heard, and hoary hairStreamed like a meteor to the troubled air. Dr. Battin : / am not in the roll of common men. Dr. Alleman : Oh, what a deal of scorn looks heantifulIn the contempt and anger of his lip! Professor Pearson : An honest man, close buttoned to the zvithout, and a zvarm heart zvithin. SuPT. Hull : Praising zvhat is lost makes the remembrance dear!

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