Melrose Abbey, with Notes Descriptive and HistoricalW. Ritchie, 1888 - 30 páginas |
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16 ELDER STREET Abbot of Melrose adjoining buttress Alexander II ancient family Ancrum Moor architecture BOSTONS OF GATTONSIDE Buccleuch burial-place buried buttress east canopies carved central tower centre chancel choir church Cistercian Order clerestory cloisters David died door doorway Douglas Dryburgh Earl EARTH east wall eastern window Eildon Hill English family of Karr finest flowers FORESTER AT ABBOTSFORD Gothic Gothic architecture grace grand south entrance grand south window grave ground plan interred Ivers or Evers Johanna John Seaton Karr Karr of Kippilaw Latoun Melrose Abbey memory mented Michael Scott nave niche north aisle north side north transept numbers original groined roof orna ornamented pale moonlight pinnacle Queen Matilda red tombstone Reformation represent Reverend John Seaton rood or organ Sacristy seen side chapels Sir Ralph Evers Sir Walter Scott south aisle St Bridget's Chapel St Mary statues tombs Tweed Unmounted west end west wall Westminster Abbey Wizard ZAIR
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Página 21 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Página 4 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth...
Página 21 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Página 12 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, 'Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow- wreaths to stone.
Página 22 - The Earth goes on the Earth glittering with gold ; The Earth goes to the Earth sooner than it wold ; The Earth builds on the Earth castles and towers ; The Earth says to the Earth, All this is ours.
Página 16 - The outside of the fahric is everywhere profusely embellished with niches having canopies of an elegant design exquisitely carved, and some of them still containing statues. The cloisters formed a quadrangle on the north-west side of the church. The door of entrance from the cloisters to the church is on the north side, close by the west wall of the transept, and is exquisitely carved. The foliage upon the capitals of the pilasters on each side is so nicely chiselled, that a straw can be made to...
Página 22 - IN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE OF • THE FAITHFUL AND ATTACHED SERVICES OF TWENTY-TWO YEARS, AND IN SORROW FOR THE LOSS OF A HUMBLE BUT SINCERE FRIEND ; THIS STONE WAS ERECTED BY SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART., OF ABBOTSFORD.
Página 22 - The earth goeth on the earth glistring like gold The earth goes to the earth sooner then it wold The earth builds on the earth castles and towers The earth says to the earth all shall be ours.
Página 16 - Roses and lilies, and thistles, and ferns, and heaths, in all their varieties, and oak leaves and ash leaves, and a thousand beautiful shapes besides, are chiselled with such inimitable truth, and such grace of nature, that the finest botanist in the world could not desire a better hortus siccus, so far as they go.