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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
Note 1. The famous French logician. [back]
Note 2. Aristotle. [back]

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