Oxford – Dreaming Spires

…..   this winter-eve is warm, Humid the air! leafless, yet soft as spring, The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening, Lovely all times she lies, lovely tonight! ……. (Matthew Arnold about Oxford, quotated from his poem „Thyrsis“ ) All… Weiterlesen