 | 1909 - 544 pages
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 | 1865 - 538 pages
...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... | |
 | 1865 - 1022 pages
...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... | |
 | 1865 - 540 pages
...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,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1866 - 528 pages
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 | United States. Bureau of Education - 1897 - 1436 pages
...fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene! And yet, steened in sentiment as she lies, sprending her gardens to the moonlight and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Ages, who will deny that, Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling one nearer to the ideal... | |
 | Matthew Arnold (Dichter, England) - 1869 - 438 pages
...fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene ! " There are our young barbarians, all at play ! " And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading...ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side... | |
 | Henry C. Pedder - 1874 - 200 pages
...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 of all of us — to the ideal, to perfection, to beauty, in a word — which is only truth seen from another... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1875 - 468 pages
...steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading cc her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her I hi towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who...ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side?... | |
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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... 
