How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.

... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

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.