A Guide to the Cathedrals of England and Wales: Their History, Architecture, and Traditions; with Notices of the Monuments of Their Illustrious Dead, and Short Notes of the Chief Objects of Interest in Every Cathedral CityE. Stanford, 1858 - 152 sider |
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15th century Abbey Abbot altar ancient angle apse arcade Archbishop arches bays beautiful beneath brass Breadth built by Bishop buried buttresses canopied Cardinal carved CATHEDRAL IN FEET central tower chantry chapel of St Chapter is composed Chapter-house choir choral services choristers church clerestory cloisters cross crowned crypt dean and four Decorated destroyed DIMENSIONS Earl Early English east window Edward Edward III effigy erected fan tracery flanked four canons gable gate glazing height Henry Henry III Holy Communion John King Lady Chapel lancets library contains lights Lord marble Mary minor canons monks nave niches Norman north side octagon palace parapet Perpendicular piers pinnacles porch presbytery principal monuments Prior Queen rebuilt reign reredos Richard Richard II roof screen sculptures shafts shrine south side south transept spandril spire stained glass stalls stone story Thomas tomb tracery transept trefoiled triforium turrets vaulting wall west front west transept William William of Wykeham
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Side 111 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Side 43 - Work of fine intelligence ! Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
Side 112 - THEY dreamt not of a perishable home Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here ; Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam ; Where bubbles burst, and folly's dancing foam Melts, if it cross the threshold...
Side 87 - By its own weight made steadfast and immovable. Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Side 122 - Where — taming thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Side 112 - In Santa Croce's holy precincts lie Ashes which make it holier, dust which is Even in itself an immortality, Though there were nothing save the past, and this The particle of those sublimities Which have relapsed to chaos : here repose Angelo's, Alfieri's bones, and his, The starry Galileo, with his woes ; Here Machiavelli's earth return'd to whence it rose.
Side 87 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Side 33 - Not raised in nice proportions was the pile, But large and massy ; for duration built ; With pillars crowded, and the roof upheld By naked rafters intricately crossed, Like leafless underboughs, 'mid some thick grove, All withered by the depth of shade above.
Side 89 - But, from the arms of silence — list ! O list ! The music bursteth into second life ; The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife ; Heart-thrilling strains, that cast, before the eye Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy ! XLV.
Side 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undeflled.