fight, at Putney and Mortlake and Chiswick?

I often importune the favour of Fortune, that no
misadventure may cross us,

And Rhodes once again on the watery plain,
may prove an aquatic Colossus.

[N.B. since I wrote I must add a short note,
by means of new fangled devices,

Our "Three" was unseated, and we were
defeated, and robbed of our laurels by Isis.]--

O oft do I dream of the muddy old stream, the
Father of wisdom and knowledge,

Where ages ago I delighted to row for the honour
and praise of my College.

I feel every muscle engaged in the tussle, I hear
the wild shouting and screaming;

And as we return I can see from the stern Lady
Margaret's red banner streaming;

Till I wake with a start, such as nightmares impart,
and find myself rapidly gliding,

And striving in vain at my ease to remain on a