“Thee at the ferry Oxford riders blithe,
Returning home on summer-nights, have met
Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe,
Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet,
As the punt’s rope chops round.”

—  Matthew Arnold

St. 8
The Scholar Gypsy (1853)

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English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector… 1822–1888

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