I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
Hurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot. Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.
Hell is the place of those who have deniedThey find there what they planted and what dug,A Lake of Spaces, and a Wood of Nothing,And wander there and drift, and never ceaseWailing for substance.
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