"Little in human schules have I beene; My colledge is all carpeted with greene, And archèd with a. roof of spangled blue, My Hippocrcrene is the early dewe, My seate turf-piled is dight with faery sheene, My table some old stone no handes did hewe, Or twisted roote of oake or classicke beech. My servitor, the sweetly spoken breeze, Strange unwritte books doth bringe me one by one. Well pleased I make and take my own degree, Master of many arts no schule can teach; My colledge hath no termes. Its doctors are Righte eloquent sweet flow'res and whisperinge trees, Whereof the winde takes counselle; everie star That discourseth all nighte with silent speeche; Greye leverende hilles with foreheads bare with age, Great stormes that argue sternlie each with each When woods chant anthems, and a streame or two For work-day musicke."
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Sydney Dobell
Sydney Thompson Dobell (5 April 1824 – 22 August 1874) was an English poet and critic, and a member of the so-called Spasmodic school.
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