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Ah, nothing is too late
Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Morituri Salutamus (1875)
The market-place, the eager love of gain,
Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!
Morituri Salutamus (1875)
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.
Morituri Salutamus (1875)
For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Morituri Salutamus (1875)
The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books;
The market-place, the eager love of gain,
Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!
Morituri Salutamus (1875)
And now, my classmates; ye remaining few
That number not the half of those we knew,
Ye, against whose familiar names not yet
The fatal asterisk of death is set,
Ye I salute!
Morituri Salutamus (1875)
Let him not boast who puts his armor on
As he who puts it off, the battle done.
Study yourselves; and most of all note well
Wherein kind Nature meant you to excel.
Not every blossom ripens into fruit.
Morituri Salutamus (1875)