College rhymes, contributed by members of the universities of Oxford and Cambridge, Volume 11860 |
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Adn't arms BALLIOL COLLEGE bark beams BLEST boughs bowers breast Breathe Bright gleams brow CAMBRIDGE COLLEGE RHYMES CONTRIBUTED BY MEMBERS crimson curse dance dark dead deeds divine druv E'en Earth is aweary EUR.HECUBA eyes fair faithless Farewell flashing flying terms friends gallant youth gaze GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND glorious glow Gown Greenland happy isles hath head heart Heaven holy Holywell hope ISLANDS Kymric land LENT TERM linger MANSELL meet the clown melody mortal mountain Neath never night Niobe northland o'er OXFORD pure purple rage ready to meet rest is nigh RIFLE-MEN rise ROSSALL Saxon shine shore sleep slumber soft sound spear SPIRIT OF HARMONY splendour stern storm strain STREAM TO LONDON Sunbeam's golden sweet thee THOU ART throne thunder Town UNIVERSITIES OF OXFORD vale voice VOLUNTEER SONG VORTIGERN W. A. O. Trinity College warriors wave WICIOUS wild WOICE yore
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