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Excerpt from Melrose Abbey: With Notes Descriptive and Historical
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there Its is the loneliness in death That parts not quite with parting breath, But beauty with that fearful bloom, The hue which haunts it to the tomb; Expression''s last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay.
The eye is not dazzled in the contemplation of the ruins of Melrose Abbey (by its perfect splendour), but riveted in admiration of the mouldering fragment that shadows forth the matchless whole which has been, and whose merits we are, from this imperfect speci men, completely disposed to allow.
Within the pile no common dead Lay blended with their kindred mould Theirs was the hearts that prayed or bled, In cloister dim or death-plain red.
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So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there Its is the loneliness in death That parts not quite with parting breath, But beauty with that fearful bloom, The hue which haunts it to the tomb; Expression''s last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay.
The eye is not dazzled in the contemplation of the ruins of Melrose Abbey (by its perfect splendour), but riveted in admiration of the mouldering fragment that shadows forth the matchless whole which has been, and whose merits we are, from this imperfect speci men, completely disposed to allow.
Within the pile no common dead Lay blended with their kindred mould Theirs was the hearts that prayed or bled, In cloister dim or death-plain red.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
J. Wass
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780266229308
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm
Page Count - 35
Paperback
Contributors
Author
J. Wass
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781330558089
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm
Page Count - 37
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