Charles Stuart Calverley
Martley, Worchestershire
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Hic Vir, Hic Est

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Often, when o'er tree and turret,
Eve a dying radiance flings,
By that ancient pile I linger
Known familiarly as 'King's.'
And the ghosts of days departed
Rise, and in my burning breast
All the undergraduate wakens,
And my spirit is at rest.

What, but a revolting fiction,

Seems the actual result
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