| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. Written at Cambridge | | By Charles Lamb (1775–1834) |
| | | I WAS not trained in academic bowers, | |
| And to those learned streams I nothing owe | |
| Which copious from those twin fair founts do flow; | |
| Mine have been anything but studious hours. | |
| Yet can I fancy, wandering ’mid thy towers, | 5 |
| Myself a nurseling, Granta, of thy lap; | |
| My brow seems tightening with the doctor’s cap, | |
| And I walk gownéd; feel unusual powers! | |
| Strange forms of logic clothe my admiring speech, | |
| Old Ramus’ 1 ghost is busy at my brain, | 10 |
| And my skull teems with notions infinite. | |
| Be still, ye reeds of Camus, while I teach | |
| Truths which transcend the searching schoolmen’s vein, | |
| And half had staggered that stout Stagirite. 2 | |
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