 | Matthew Arnold - 1907 - 280 pagina’s
...lies, spreading her garments to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantment of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1905 - 274 pagina’s
...of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer 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 ? . . . Home of lost causes and forsaken beliefs... | |
 | 1865 - 608 pagina’s
...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...of us, to the ideal, to perfection — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side ? — nearer, perhaps, than all the science of... | |
 | 1906 - 796 pagina’s
...life, Sir Thomas Bodley had refounded and refitted it as The Bodleian. Yet the grey university city, "spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering...her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age," — how could she have failed deeply to impress the sensitive spirit of that disregarded wayfarer?... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Clegg - 1906 - 388 pagina’s
...spreading its path across the sea, brought by association Arnold's exquisite picture before his eyes — "Steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens...the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the lost enchantments of the Middle Age. . . . Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic ! who... | |
 | Kansas State Historical Society - 1906 - 684 pagina’s
...at whose breast has been nurtured the best scholarship and the best thought of England — Oxford, "spreading her gardens to the moonlight and whispering...her towers the last enchantments of the middle age." Fellow citizens, the high aim of all these ceremonies is neither to recall nor to exalt the mere founding... | |
 | Maxwell Gray - 1906 - 456 pagina’s
...proud, " whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Ages and by her ineffable charm, calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us — to the ideal, to beauty- — to perfection." There she lay in the mellowing light, beneath cloud-reared Alps of fire-opal... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 1906 - 328 pagina’s
...fierce intellectual life of our century, so seiene ! . . . Her ineffable charm keeps ever calling us to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection.' SHASTON SHASTON, the ancient British Palladour, ' From whose foundations first such strange reports... | |
 | Katharine Lee Bates - 1907 - 466 pagina’s
...life, Sir Thomas Bodley had refounded and refitted it as The Bodleian. Yet the grey university city, "spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering...her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age," — how could she have failed deeply to impress the sensitive spirit of that disregarded wayfarer ?... | |
 | Katharine Lee Bates - 1907 - 450 pagina’s
...life, Sir Thomas Bodley had refounded and refitted it as The Bodleian. Yet the grey university city, "spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering...her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age," — how could she have failed deeply to impress the sensitive spirit of that disregarded wayfarer ?... | |
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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... 
