Unlike the whispering of the nymphs, this noise
Loudly proclaims a "boarding-school for boys."
The master heeds it not, for thirty years
Have render'd all familiar to his ears;
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He sits in comfort, 'mid the various sound
Of mingled tones for ever flowing round;
Day after day he to his task attends—
Unvaried toil, and care that never ends.
Boys in their works proceed; while his employ