The World's Worship in Stone: Temple, Cathedral, and Mosque. One Hundred and Fifty Engravings from the Best Artists

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Estes and Lauriat, 1879 - Cathedrals - 168 pages
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Page 34 - All that is positive and all that is negative in him is equally dreadful. If he were to rise up, it seems as if he would shout forth laws which no human intellect could fathom, and which, instead of improving the world, would drive it back into chaos. His...
Page 5 - Hearing the noise of men as in a dream. I stood before the triple northern port, Where dedicated shapes of saints and kings, Stern faces bleared with immemorial watch, Looked down benignly grave and seemed to say, Ye come and go incessant ; we remain Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past ; Be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot, Of faith so nobly realized as this.
Page 58 - ... new species of decoration. So far as internal architecture is concerned, the invention of painted glass was perhaps the most beautiful ever made. The painted slabs of the Assyrian palaces are comparatively poor attempts at the same effect. The hieroglyphics of the Egyptians were far less splendid and complete ; nor can the painted temples of the Greeks, nor the mosaics and...
Page 84 - I beheld a quiet solitary vale, bordered by shrubby hills ; a few huts, and but a few, peeping out of dense masses of foliage ; and high above their almost level surface, the great church, with its rich cluster of abbatial buildings, buttresses, and pinnacles, and fretted spires, towering in all their pride, and marking the ground with deep shadows that appeared interminable, so far and so wide were they stretched along.
Page 34 - The eye idoes not know where to rest in this the masterpiece of sculpture since the time of the Greeks. It seems to be as much an incarnation of the genius of Michael Angelo. as a suitable allegory of Pope Julius. Like Moses, he was at once lawgiver, priest, and warrior. The figure is seated in the central niche, with...
Page 14 - No language can convey an idea of its beauty, and no artist has yet been able to reproduce its form so as to convey to those who have not seen it an idea of its grandeur. The mass of its central piers, illumined by .a flood of light from the clerestory, and the smaller pillars of the wings gradually fading into obscurity, are so arranged and lighted as to convey an idea of infinite space ; at the same time, the beauty and massiveness of the forms, and the brilliancy of their coloured...
Page 63 - Externally, it must be confessed, the immense height of the clerestory gives to the ch. a wire-drawn appearance, very destructive of architectural beauty ; but internally, partly from the effect of perspective and partly from the brilliancy of such glass as remains, criticism is disarmed. The result, however contrary to the rules of art, is most fascinating.
Page 58 - Gothic cathedral, where the whole history of the bible is written in the hues of the rainbow by the earnest hand of faith. " Unfortunately no cathedral retains its painted glass in anything like such completeness ; and so little is the original intention of the architects understood, that we are content to admire the plain surface of white glass* and to...
Page 93 - Eeformation in the beginning of the sixteenth century, which is not more or less a copy, either in form or detail, from some building either of a different clime or different age from those in which it was erected. There is no building, in fact, the design of which is not borrowed from some country or people with whom our only associations are those derived from education alone, wholly irrespective of either blood or feeling.
Page 14 - Time sadly overcometh all things, and is now dominant, and sitteth upon a sphinx, and looketh unto Memphis and old Thebes, while his sister Oblivion reclineth semisomnous on a pyramid, gloriously triumphing, making puzzles of Titanian erections, and turning old glories into dreams. History sinketh beneath her cloud. The traveller as he paceth amazedly through those deserts asketh of her, who builded them ? and she mumbleth something, but what it is he heareth not.

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