A COLLOQUY IMINSTER ABBEY.
I know that all beh the moon decays,
And what by mortals in this world is brought,
In times great periods shall return to nought.
I know that all the muses heavenly rays,
With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought,
As idle sounds, of few or none are sought--
That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.
DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN.
THERE are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed. In such a mood I was l about the old gray cloisters of Westminster Abbey, enjoying that luxury of wandering thought whie is apt to dignify with the name of re?e, when suddenly an irruption of madcap boys from Westminster school, playing at football, broke in upon the monastic stillness of the place, making the vaulted passages and mouldering tombs echo with their merriment. I sought to take refuge f……（内容加载失败！）
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