Early Recollections of Oxford,etc., in Twelve Letters, Addressed to the Editor of the "Oxford Chronicle"by an Old Freeman
printed and published (for the author) by the Oxford chronicle Company, limited, 1900 - 70 pages
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Page 5 - While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee." "My mother," he said, "taught me that, and we
Page 25 - was perfectly sufficient. There is no book in our literature on which we would so readily stake the fame of the old unpolluted English language, no book which shows so well how rich that language is in its own proper wealth, and how little it has improved by all that it has borrowed.
Page 25 - is delightful to every reader, and invaluable as a study to every person who wishes to obtain a wide command over the English language. The vocabulary is that of the common people. There is not an expression, if we except a few technical
Page 48 - And I have sung. By Babel's stream The Hebrew's harp was still, For there, there was no God for him, No shrine and holy hill: But here, by Hudson's glorious wave, A song of thee I'll sound, For England's sons and spires are here,
Page 47 - 10. In day-dreams of the roving wish, The Cherwell's banks I've trod; Have pulled an oar on Isis tide, Or strayed with gun and rod; Have taken rooms, burglarious thought! Called quiet Corpus mine ; * And won a prize ; ye double-firsts, Forgive the bold design
Page 48 - 17. Thus Albion, have I lived with thee, Though born so far away; With thee I spend each holy eve. And every festal day. My Sunday morn is musical, With England's steeple-tone; And when thy Christmas hearths are bright, A blaze is on my own.
Page 47 - 7. And I have lived my student years On Isis' wizard side, In sooth no candidate, I ween, For Alma-Mater's pride; For fancy that could awe my soul, To surplice, hood, and gown, Hath mingled me in college freaks, And quarrels with the Town.
Page 48 - To live in one's desire, To catch from dreams, what real life In Oxford would inspire; This use of fancy have I made, Forbidden else to roam, Till England is a home to me, Besides my native home.