Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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| XXXI. | SONNET XXXI. ARCHITECTURE. |
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SONNET XXXI. ARCHITECTURE.
O noble art! how greatly I delight
In noble works of thy gigantic hand!
The lofty columns' massy shafts, that stand
Beneath entablatures of stately height;
The tap'ring spire that reaches out of sight;
The lofty roof; with arches that expand
To dumb-beholden width; and windows grand
And glorious with many-colour'd light!
In noble works of thy gigantic hand!
The lofty columns' massy shafts, that stand
Beneath entablatures of stately height;
The tap'ring spire that reaches out of sight;
The lofty roof; with arches that expand
To dumb-beholden width; and windows grand
And glorious with many-colour'd light!
O noble art! how long thy works out-dwell
The sons of men! The piles that linger still
In early-citied Egypt's rainless clime,
The sons of men! The piles that linger still
In early-citied Egypt's rainless clime,
And on the holy soil of Greece, will tell
How masterly thou workest, since thy skill
Can mock the working of all-wasting time.
How masterly thou workest, since thy skill
Can mock the working of all-wasting time.
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