For, though the winds had sunk to rest, / There still did lurk within the breast / Of ocean’s vast profundity / The dying spark, that still might be / With all its former fiercity / Relit, like the dying ashes / Of the fire that once did burn, / Still now sends forth some dying flash / Whose former strength might soon return, / If winds upon its embers blew / The latent sparks to life anew:[…]

The sysprogs of the 1970s and early '80s also tended the mainframe as it shook and rattled incongruously on the edge of Dartmouth's Colonial campus.

When lionesses visiting Oxford for the gay doings of commemoration week spend a morning at Merton, they should look out for Antony Wood's mural tablet in the chapel, […]

He wasn't very good with words or numbers; he was more of a practically minded person