. The minstrelsy of Isis; an anthology of poems relating to Oxford and all phases of Oxford life; . s—denied Each better hope, since my poor died. What I have owed to thee my heart can neer forget. William Lisle Bowles (Trinity College).I762-I850. [Bowles published his sonnets—which greatly influenced Coleridge—inthe hope ot getting money to pay the bill of Parsons, the mercer,at Oxford.] 131 OXFORD FROM MERTON CHAPEL TOWER PEACE, silence, slumber, triple crown of night,Circle the queenlike city. Dim the showerOf moonbeams falls on every hoary tower,And steeps each gabled roof in silver light.
. The minstrelsy of Isis; an anthology of poems relating to Oxford and all phases of Oxford life; . s—denied Each better hope, since my poor died. What I have owed to thee my heart can neer forget. William Lisle Bowles (Trinity College).I762-I850. [Bowles published his sonnets—which greatly influenced Coleridge—inthe hope ot getting money to pay the bill of Parsons, the mercer,at Oxford.] 131 OXFORD FROM MERTON CHAPEL TOWER PEACE, silence, slumber, triple crown of night,Circle the queenlike city. Dim the showerOf moonbeams falls on every hoary tower,And steeps each gabled roof in silver is the latest shout of revel riteThrough the grey quadrangle ; while faintly gleamsThe lamp of some pale student oer the dreamsOf Plato, or old Homers sounding from below the mass superior standThe tall gaunt steeples, like a faithful guard—O, may it be so !—keeping watch and wardAbove the weary world fast locked in ! even now their voices through the bandPass on their hourly signal, clear and deep. J. B. Norton (Merton College). 132 •3 * f y >>os. y. COLLEGE LIBRARY A CHURCHYARD with a cloister running roundAnd quaint old effigies in act of prayer,And painted banners mouldering strangely thereWhere mitred prelates and grave doctors sleep,Memorials of a consecrated ground !Such is this antique room, a haunted placeWhere dead mens spirits come, and angels keepLong hours of watch with wings in silence and late have I kept vigil here ;And I have seen the moonlight shadows traceDim glories on the missals blue and work of my scholastic sires, that toldOf quiet ages men call dark and drear,For Faiths soft light is darkness to the world. F. W. Faber. 133 COLLEGE CHAPEL A SHADY seat by some cool mossy spring,Where solemn trees close round, and make ;gloom,And faint and earthy smells, as from a tomb,Unworldly thoughts and quiet wishes bring :Such hast thou been to me each morn and eve ;Best loved when most thy call di
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