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المؤلف: Mary Shelley

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From thence we proceeded to Oxford. As we entered this city, our
minds were filled with the remembrance of the events that had
been transacted there more than a century and a half before. It
was here that Charles I. had collected his forces. This city had
remained faithful to him, after the whole nation had forsaken his
cause to join the standard of Parliament and liberty. The memory
of that unfortunate king and his companions, the amiable
Falkland, the insolent Goring, his queen, and son, gave a
peculiar interest to every part of the city which they might be
supposed to have inhabited. The spirit of elder days found a
dwelling here, and we delighted to trace its footsteps. If these
feelings had not found an imaginary gratification, the appearance
of the city had yet in itself sufficient beauty to obtain our
admiration.

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