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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thirty Years After</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two old St. Andrews men, after a separation of nearly thirty years, meet by chance at a wayside inn. They interchange experiences; and at length one of them, who is an admirer of Mr. Swinburne's Poems and Ballads, speaks as follows:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you were now a bejant,<br>And I a first year man,<br>We'd grind and grub together<br>In every kind of weather,<br>When Winter's snows were regent,<br>Or when the Spring began;<br>If you were now a bejant,<br>And I a first year man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you were what you once were,<br>And I the same man still,<br>You'd be the gainer by it,<br>For you—you can't deny it—<br>A most uncommon dunce were;<br>My profit would be nil,<br>If you were what you once were,<br>And I the same man still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you were last in Latin,<br>And I were first in Greek,<br>I'd write your Latin proses,<br>While you indulged in dozes,<br>Or carved the bench you sat in,<br>So innocent and meek;<br>If you were last in Latin,<br>And I were first in Greek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I had got a prize, Jim,<br>And your certif. was bad,<br>And you were filled with sorrow<br>And brooding on the morrow,<br>I'd gently sympathise, Jim,<br>And bid you not be sad,<br>If I had got a prize, Jim,<br>And your certif. was bad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were through in Moral,<br>And you were spun in Math.,<br>I'd break it to your parent,<br>When you confessed you daren't,<br>And so avert a quarrel<br>And smooth away his wrath;<br>If I were through in Moral,<br>And you were spun in Math.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My prospects rather shone, Jim,<br>And yours were rather dark,<br>And those who knew us both then<br>Would often take their oath then,<br>That you would not get on, Jim,<br>While I should make my mark;<br>My prospects rather shone, Jim,<br>And yours were rather dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet somehow you've made money,<br>And I am still obscure;<br>Your face is round and red, Jim,<br>While I look underfed, Jim;<br>The thing's extremely funny,<br>And beats me, I am sure,<br>Yet somehow you've made money,<br>And I am still obscure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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