reminiscences of oxford.
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We catch the glories which around it shone:—
The ever thoughtless self, whose memories show
The generous worth, scarce valued here below;
Each noble deed and word for ever chain'd
To the regretted object of an honoured name!
The ever thoughtless self, whose memories show
The generous worth, scarce valued here below;
Each noble deed and word for ever chain'd
To the regretted object of an honoured name!
EPILOGUE.
MY task is o'er!—and my lay is sung!—
Laid by my harp, on the "Isis" strung,
Their humble cords relax, their tensions o'er,
The fading echoes die away once more;
Each noble tower, each slender Gothic spire,
Lives in my memory and thy name inspire.
A love so strong, so powerful and deep,
My mind can scarce conceive, or tongue can speak!
Oxford, thy worthy fame once more I've sung,
With sounding harp, and ever ready tongue;
Fain would I see thine ancient walls unscath'd
By the sad errors of our modern days.
Hold fast thy "Faith," if thou would'st never see
Thy power and glory fade midst deep adversity.
Laid by my harp, on the "Isis" strung,
Their humble cords relax, their tensions o'er,
The fading echoes die away once more;
Each noble tower, each slender Gothic spire,
Lives in my memory and thy name inspire.
A love so strong, so powerful and deep,
My mind can scarce conceive, or tongue can speak!
Oxford, thy worthy fame once more I've sung,
With sounding harp, and ever ready tongue;
Fain would I see thine ancient walls unscath'd
By the sad errors of our modern days.
Hold fast thy "Faith," if thou would'st never see
Thy power and glory fade midst deep adversity.
