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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old School List</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a wild moraine of forgotten books, <br>On the glacier of years gone by,<br>As I plied my rake for order's sake,<br>There was one that caught my eye:<br>And I sat by the shelf till I lost myself.<br>And roamed in the crowded mist,<br>And heard lost voices and saw lost looks,<br>As I pored on an Old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a jumble of names! there were some that I knew,<br>As a brother is known: to-day<br>Gone I know not where, nay I hardly care,<br>For their places are full: and, they--<br>What climes they have ranged: how much they're changed!<br>Time, place and pursuits assist<br>In transforming them: stay where you are: adieu!<br>You are all in the Old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are some who did nothing at school, much since:<br>And others much then, since naught:<br>They are middle-aged men, grown bald since then:<br>Some have travelled, and some have fought:<br>And some have written, and some are bitten<br>With strange new faiths: desist <br>From tracking them: broker or priest of prince,<br>They are all in the Old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a grave grey lawyer in King's Bench Walk,<br>Whose clients are passing few:<br>He seldom speaks: in those lonely weeks,<br>What on earth can he find to do?<br>Well, he stroked the eight -- what a splendid fate!--<br>And the Newcastle barely missed:<br>&quot;A future Lord Chancellor!&quot; so we'd talk<br>In the days of the old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were several duffers and several bores,<br>Whose faces I've half forgot,<br>Whom I lived among, when the world was young,<br>And who talked &quot;no end of rot&quot;:<br>Are they now little clerks who stroll in the Parks<br>Or scribble with grimy fist,<br>Or rich little peers who hire Scotch moors?<br>Well -- they're all in the old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were some who were certain to prosper and thrive,<br>And certain to do no more,<br>Who were &quot;capital chaps,&quot; and, tho' moderate saps,<br>Would never stay in after four:<br>Now day after day they are packed away,<br>After being connubially kissed,<br>To work in the city from ten to five:<br>There they are in the old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were two good fellows I used to know.<br>--How distant it all appears!<br>We played together in football weather,<br>And messed together for years:<br>Now one of them's wed, and the other's dead<br>So long that he's hardly missed<br>Save by us, who messed with him years ago:<br>But we're all in the old School List.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Kenneth+Stephen">James Kenneth Stephen</a><div class=q>
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On the glacier of years gone by,
As I plied my rake for order's sake,
There was one that caught my eye:
And I sat by the shelf till I lost myself.
And roamed in the crowded mist,
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