Oxford – City of Dreaming Spires

City of dreaming spires… zo wordt Oxford liefkozend genoemd. In zijn tragedie Lucretius beschreef Matthew Arnold de stad zo in het gedicht Thyrsis. The Vale, the three lone weirs, the youthful Thames? This winter-eve is warm, Humid the air; leafless, yet soft as spring, The tender purple spray on copse and briers; And that sweet [...]