 | George Oliver - 1820 - 278 pages
...adorns the shore : Here meek religion's ancient temple rose, How great, how fallen, the mournful ruim shews. Of sacrilege, behold, what heaps appear ! Nor...there the altar blaz'd The shatter'd aisles, with clui't'ring ivy hung, The yawning arch in rude confusion flung : Sad striking remnants of a former... | |
 | Shirley Woolmer - 1821 - 120 pages
...rose, " How great, how fallen, the mournful ruin shows. " Of sacrilege, behold, what heaps appear 1 " Nor blush to drop the tributary tear. " Here stood...there the altar blaz'd. " The shatter'd aisles, with clust'ring ivy hung, "The yawning arch in rude confusion flung, " Sad striking remnants of a former... | |
 | Marmaduke Middleton - 1822 - 102 pages
...rose, How great, how fallen, the mournful ruin shews ; Of sacrilege, behold what heaps appear, Kor blush to drop the tributary tear. Here stood the font ; here, on high columns raised. The dome extended ; there the altar blazed ; The shatter'd aisles, with clustering ivy hung,... | |
 | E. Croydon - 1854 - 312 pages
...shore ; Here meek religion's ancient temple rose ; How great, how fallen, the mournful ruin shows ! Of sacrilege, behold, what heaps appear, Nor blush...tear. Here stood the font, — here, on high columns raised, The dome extended, — there the altar blazed. The shatter'd aisles, with clustering ivy hung,... | |
 | 1863 - 304 pages
...shore ; Here meek religion's ancient temple rose ; How great, how fallen, the mournful ruin shows ! Of sacrilege, behold, what heaps appear, Nor blush...tear. Here stood the font, — here, on high columns raised, The dome extended, — there the altar blazed. The shatter'd aisles, with clustering ivy hung,... | |
 | J. T. White (of Torquay, Eng.) - 1878 - 472 pages
...inscribed : — Though hallowed mitres glitter here no more, The friendly Abbey still adorns the shore ; Here meek religion's ancient temple rose, How great, how fall'n, the mournful ruin shows, — Of sacrilege, behold, what heaps appear ! Nor blush to drop the tributary tear. Here stood... | |
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The shatter'd aisles, with clustering ivy hung, The yawning arch in rude confusion flung : Sad striking remnants of a former age ; To pity now might melt the spoiler's rage. Lo, sunk to rest the wearied vot'ry sleeps... 