TO PROFESSOR G. B. SAINTSBURY
OF this, our day, ’twere easy to speak ill;
The books, the wit, the manners, could be bettered
But happily while you are with us still,
No man can say England is yet unlettered.
OF this, our day, ’twere easy to speak ill;
The books, the wit, the manners, could be bettered
But happily while you are with us still,
No man can say England is yet unlettered.