Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
actual admirable ancient appears archi Architect architecture artistic beauty Book of Revelations Browning building built Byron called castle cathedral century Chaucer church cloth columns compared containing contrast critical decorative describes detail dome doors doubt drawings dream effect English example expression fact fancy feeling give gold Gothic Gothic art hall historical idea Illustrations imagery imagination indicates interest Italy kind light lines London look manner marble material mediæval mind Nature never observed original Ornament palace pass passage perhaps picture picturesque pile pillars Plates poem poet poetic poetry practical present quoted reference regard remarkable rich Roman Rome roof Room round ruins sculptures seems seen sense shows side sketch spire stands stone streets style suggested tecture temple things thought touch towers vast walls whole worth
Seite 31 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Seite 19 - The imperial palace, compass huge and high The structure, skill of noblest architects, With gilded battlements, conspicuous far, Turrets, and terraces, and glittering spires.
Seite 68 - The waveless plain of Lombardy, Bounded by the vaporous air, Islanded by cities fair ; Underneath day's azure eyes Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls, Which her hoary sire now paves With his blue and beaming waves.
Seite 2 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Seite 17 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
Seite 72 - He lingered, poring on memorials Of the world's youth ; through the long burning day Gazed on those speechless shapes ; nor, when the moon Filled the mysterious halls with floating shades, Suspended...
Seite 139 - And another would mount and march, like the excellent minion he was, Ay, another and yet another, one crowd but with many a crest, Raising my rampired walls of gold as transparent as glass, Eager to do and die, yield each his place to the rest...
Seite 65 - With massive arches broad and round, That rose alternate, row and row, On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was known, By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk, The arcades of an alley'd walk To emulate in stone.
Seite 72 - His wandering step, Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old: Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange, Sculptured on alabaster obelisk Or jasper tomb or mutilated sphinx, Dark ^Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.