Flowers from Mediæval HistoryP. Elder, 1910 - 145 strani |
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Abbé Abbey of Saint Abelard Age of Faith altar angels artists August Rodin beautiful better Bible bibliophile Book of Kells builders building built burned Caen Cathedral of Chartres charming chivalry chronicler clergy cloister Clovis Conqueror Courts of Love crusades crypt Dark Ages day overdue France French Gaul genius gentle Georgebus Godfrey of Bouillon golden Gothic architecture Gothic cathedrals grace Grecian guilds holy honor idea ideal imagiers king ladies laity Lanfranc Laon lines literally live Lope de Vega Low Church Madonna Marcela de Carpio medieval Middle Ages monastery mystic noble Norman old bishop old books old church pagan Paris poet rebuild relics religious Rheims Romance rude Saint Denis Saint Francis Saint Ivo Saint Louis Saint Martin Saint Ouen Saint Remi Sainte Chapelle scribe Sculptured seems Sister Marcela soul spirit story Suger sweet temples things Thirteenth Century tion town twentieth century Virgin walls William William the Norman woman
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Stran 72 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Stran 137 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Stran 92 - Oh, hush, then, and keep Your branches all still, My babe is asleep! Cold blasts wheel about him, A rigorous storm, And ye see how, in vain, I would shelter his form. Holy angels and blest, As above me ye sweep, Hold these branches at rest, My babe is asleep!1 'Ticknor's translation.
Stran 92 - Holy angels and blest, Through these palms as ye sweep, Hold their branches at rest, For my babe is asleep. And ye Bethlehem palm-trees, As stormy winds rush In tempest and fury, Your angry noise hush; — Move gently, move gently, Restrain your wild sweep; Hold your branches at rest, — My babe is asleep. My babe all divine, With earth's sorrows oppressed, Seeks in slumber an instant His grievings to rest; He slumbers, — he slumbers, — O, hush, then, and keep Your branches all still, — My...
Stran 7 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name...
Stran 113 - Do you see this square old yellow Book, I toss I' the air, and catch again, and twirl about By the crumpled vellum covers, — pure crude fact Secreted from man's life when hearts beat hard, And brains, high-blooded, ticked two centuries since?
Stran 32 - Yet, remembering that this is a temple consecrated to God and the Virgin, I confidently trust, that for a work executed to their honour, they will not fail to infuse knowledge where it is now wanting, and will bestow strength, wisdom, and genius on him who shall be the author of such a project.
Stran 139 - ... a document is an instrument on which is recorded, by means of letters, figures or marks, matter which may be evidentially used.
Stran 134 - And Democracy was at this time a thing which stirred enthusiasm. A speaker says in Herodotus (iii. 80) : " A tyrant disturbs ancient laws, violates women, kills men without trial. But a people ruling — first, the very name of it is so beautiful, Isonomie (Equality in law) ; and, secondly, a people does none of these things.
Stran 37 - Of every noble work the silent part is best, Of all expression, that which cannot be expressed.