by Rab Eden | Reflections
Jerothony Naylor was the happiest of men. He was in no way bothered about being told he was far from handsome, nor indeed that he gobbled unbecomingly when applying himself at table. No, Jerothony is not a spelling error. An unspecified dispute between mother and... by Rab Eden | Poems for a Summer Day
Some boast their classic streamWhere nymphs and dryads dreamTheir buildings touched by time ‘till old and grey.Our college towers in prideBy the Western waters’ sideWhere wild winds vainly beat along the bay.“What may your motto be,O college by the sea?”“Nrd byd byd...