The accents of his well-known tongue;
"Your name and college!"
"Try not the High," the porter said,
"Dark lowers the proctor, bull-dog led."
But forth in "loud" illegal dress
The youth went, crying "Let him guess
My name and college!"
(Half-an-hour elapses.)
"O stay," his comrade said, "and rest
Thy wearied limbs and panting chest!"