Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
WESTMINSTER ABBEY AGAIN. |
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WESTMINSTER ABBEY AGAIN.
How light those columns bear the complicateAnd many-thrusting roof; which, cheating sense,
Leans lightly on them, as if its immense
And ponderous load were but an airy weight:
So on the Graces thrones the Muse her state!
The brute stones seem as with intelligence
To fit themselves with mutual reference,
Types of the strength which union can create!
The fluted columns, like reeds joined in one,
With corporate strengths sustaining one and all
The common burthen, make it seem as none,
Because apportioned and symmetrical.
One Thought pervasive doth throughout it run,
Which lifts our souls yet on our knees makes fall!
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