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...our young barbarians, all at play.' And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her garments to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the...Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us near to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which is...

...enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us near to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection,...a word, which is only truth seen from another side 1 — nearer, perhaps, than all the science of Tubingen. Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so...

...all at play.' And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her garments to the moonlight, ami whispering from her towers the last enchantments of...Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps e.ver calling us near to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, ma word, which is only...

...young barbarians, all at play.' And yet, steeped in sentiment as slie lies, spreading her garments to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the...enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxf ml, by her imffabU; charm, keeps ever calling us near to the true goal of nil of us, to the ideal,...

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...might, with far greater force, be applied to Greece : " Her ineffable charm keeps ever calling us near to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection...word, which is only truth seen from another side." t * " Orwoe," by Alex. Biia BangaM. t Matthew Arnold. I will now go on with my personal narrative,...

...might, with far greater fnrce, be applied to Greece : " Her ineffable charm keeps ever calling us near to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seeu from another side." t * "Greece," by Alex. Шва Eangabé. t Matthew Arnold. I will now go on...

...from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Ages, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineft"able charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal...— which is only truth seen from another side."| A beautiful tribute certainly. What shall we say of it, however ? Is it for us but a dream, wherein...