 | Matthew Arnold - 1865 - 332 頁
...There are our young barbarians, all at play." And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us near to the true goal... | |
 | 1865 - 540 頁
...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 last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxf ml, by her imffabU; charm, keeps ever calling us near to the true goal... | |
 | 1865 - 1022 頁
...garments to the moonlight, ami whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that 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... | |
 | 1865 - 538 頁
...garments to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last 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, — to beauty, in a word, which... | |
 | 1906 - 1232 頁
...that he was in a quadrangle of the Oxford of long ago, beautiful Oxford, " steeped in sentiment . . . and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Ages ;" the Oxford of the sixteenth century, celebrating with this masque a visit of her Virgin Queen. ®... | |
 | Henry C. Pedder - 1874 - 200 頁
...There are our young barbarians, all at play ! And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from...the Middle Ages, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineft"able charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us — to the ideal, to perfection,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1875 - 468 頁
...gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her I hi towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which... | |
 | 1877 - 548 頁
...students of high intelligence and sensitive conscience, venerable and beautiful Oxford, "spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age," possesses a charm which may be a danger. Walking in the spacious meadows of his college, or meditating... | |
 | 1877 - 536 頁
...students of high intelligence and sensitive conscience, venerable and beautiful Oxford, "spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age," possesses a charm which may be a danger. Walking in the spacious meadows of his college, or meditating... | |
 | Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth - 1878 - 712 頁
...There are our young barbarians, all at play.' And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling ua near to the true goal... | |
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And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal... 
