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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thoughts Suggested by a College Examination</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,<br>Mangus his ample front sublime uprears:<br>Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god,<br>While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod,<br>As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom,<br>His voice in thunder shakes the sounding dome;<br>Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools,<br>Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Happy the youth in Euclid's axioms tried,<br>Though little versed in any art beside;<br>Who, scarcely skill'd an English line to pen,<br>Scans Attic metres with a critc's ken.<br>What, though he knows not how his fathers bled,<br>When civil discord piled the fields with dead,<br>When Edward bade his conquering bands advance,<br>Or Henry trampled on the crest of France,<br>Though marvelling at the name of Magna Charta,<br>Yet well he recollects the laws of Sparta;<br>Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,<br>While Blackstone's on the shelf neglected laid;<br>Of Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless fame,<br>Of Avon's bard remebering scarce the name.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such is the youth whose scientific pate<br>Class honours, medals, fellowships, await;<br>Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize,<br>If to such glorious height he lifts his eyes.<br>But lo! no common orator can hope<br>The envied silver cup within his scope.<br>Not that our heads much eloquence require,<br>Th' Athenian's glowing style, or Tully's fire.<br>A manner clear or warm is useless, since<br>We do not try by speaking to convince.<br>Be orators of pleasing proud,--<br>We speak to please ourselves, not move the crowd:<br>Our gravity prefers the muttering tone,<br>A proper mixture of the squeak and groan:<br>No borrow'd grace of action must be seen;<br>The slightest motion would displease the Dean;<br>Whilst every staring graduate would prate<br>Against what he could never imitate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The man who hopes t' obtain the promised cup<br>Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up;<br>Nor stop, but rattle over every word--<br>No matter what, so it can not be heard.<br>Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest:<br>Who speakes the fastest's sure to speak the best;<br>Who utters most within the shortest space<br>May safely hope to win the wordly race.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sons of science these, who, thus repaid,<br>Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade;<br>Where on Cam's sedgy banks supine they lie,<br>Unknown, unhonour'd live, unwept-for die:<br>Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls,<br>They think all learning fix'd within their walls:<br>In manners rude, in foolish forms precise,<br>All modern arts affecting to despise;<br>Yet prizing Bentley's, Brunck's, or Porson's note,<br>More than the verse on which the critic wrote:<br>Vain as their honours, heavy as their ale,<br>Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale;<br>To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel,<br>When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal.<br>With eager haste they court the lord of power,<br>Whether 'tis Pitt or Petty that rules the hour;<br>To him, with suppliant smiles, they bend the head,<br>While distant mitres to their eyes are spread.<br>But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace,<br>They'd fly to seek the next who'd fill'd his place.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such are the men who learning's treasures guard!<br>Such is their practice, such is their reward!<br>This much, at least, we may presume to say--<br>The premium can't exceed the price they pay.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a></strong></div>