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WINDSOR AND ETON.
I watch the might of your historic stone,
As one that stands regretful and apart,
Windsor, whose glory of mediæval art
For old dead tyrannies can ill atone!
Even as I bide here, alien and alone,
From bastion, court and stairway seems to start
(Wrung in past years from many a bleeding heart!)
The ghost of many a bleak rebellious groan!
As one that stands regretful and apart,
Windsor, whose glory of mediæval art
For old dead tyrannies can ill atone!
Even as I bide here, alien and alone,
From bastion, court and stairway seems to start
(Wrung in past years from many a bleeding heart!)
The ghost of many a bleak rebellious groan!
But when I have crossed your Thames that winds so clear,
What charm of change my spirit overwhelms
To find sweet classic Eton's calm domain! ...
Nay, not in proud towers opposite, but here,
In gray quadrangles, by scholastic elms,
O England, your true kings first learned to reign!
What charm of change my spirit overwhelms
To find sweet classic Eton's calm domain! ...
Nay, not in proud towers opposite, but here,
In gray quadrangles, by scholastic elms,
O England, your true kings first learned to reign!
Eton, England.
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