Songs of Yale

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T.H. Pease, 1858 - 72 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 10 - Arida nutrix. Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor aestiva recreatur aura, Quod latus mundi nebulae malusque luppiter urget ; 20 Pone sub curru nimium propinqui Solis in terra domibus negata : Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Dulce loquentem.
Strana 23 - For the hours are blight before us, And grand and hale are the elms of Yale, Like fathers, bending o'er us. Summon our band from the prairie land, From the granite hills, dark frowning, From the lakelet blue and the black bayou, From the snows our pine peaks crowning ; And pour the song in joy along, For the hours are bright before us, And grand and hale are the towers of Yale, Like giants, watching o'er us.
Strana 61 - Then swell the chorus louder, And make the old elms ring; Remember, fellows, one and all, This is our parting "sing," And blow the smoke and music out, In volume full and strong, Till old "Grove Hall," "York Square," and all Shall hear our farewell song.
Strana 60 - Hartford, this is a testimonial voted by each graduating class to the first legitimate boy whose father is a member of the class. At Yale College, a theory of this kind prevails, but it has never yet been carried into practice. I tell you what, my classmates, My mind it is made up, I'm coming back three years from this, To take that silver cup. I'll bring along the "requisite," A little white-haired lad, With "bib" and fixings all complete, And I shall be his "dad.
Strana 23 - neath the arches grand That with garlands span our greeting, With a silent prayer that an hour as fair May smile on each after meeting ; And long may the song, the joyous song, Roll on in the hours before us...
Strana 10 - Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum, vel quae loca fabulosus Lambit Hydaspes. Namque me silva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalagen, et ultra...
Strana 52 - Ye plodders dull in all the classes, Your sad condition we deplore ; In knowledge's road ye are but asses, While we our ponies ride before ; Ho ! clear the track, and flee afar, Make way for bold — Audacia.
Strana 18 - FLOATING away, like the fountain's spray, Or the snow-white plume of a maiden, The smoke-wreaths rise to the star-lit skies, With blissful fragrance laden. Then srnoke away, till a golden ray Lights up the dawn of the morrow, For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will bar The blows of care and sorrow.
Strana 23 - ... the long gone years, With their moments of pain and sorrow, But laugh in the light of their memories bright, And treasure them all for the morrow. Then roll the song in waves along, While the hours are bright before us, And high and hale are the spires of Yale, Like guardians towering o'er us.
Strana 15 - Alma Mater ! Alma Mater ! ere we visit thee more These elms may be falling, all moss-covered o'er; Yet we'll tread thy old halls, though with ag'd footfall creeping, Their echoes shall wake joys that only were sleeping.

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