Men, my dear, are very queer animals, a mixture of horse- nervousness, ass-stubbornness, and camel-malice--with an angel bobbing a...bout unexpectedly like the apple in the posset, and when they can do exactly as they please, they are very hard to drive. Oh, England. Sick in head and sick in heart, Sick in whole and every part, And yet sicker thou art still For thinking that thou art not ill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I ... walked to the Abbey of Holyroodhouse once to the Palace itself, once to the crown of Scotland above the gate in front, and o...nce to the venerable old Chapel. I next stood in the court before the Palace, and bowed thrice to Arthur Seat, that lofty romantic mountain on which I have so often strayed in my days of youth and felt the raptures of a soul filled with ideas of the magnificence of God and his creation. Having thus gratified my agreeable whim and superstitious humour, I felt a warm glow of satisfaction.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
she had a cock, hight Chanticleer. In all the land, of crowing n'as his peer;... His voice was merrier than the merry organ On masse-days that in the churche gone. Well sikerer was his crowing in his lodge Than is a clock or an abbey horologe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Abbey always reminds me of that old toast, "Above lofty timbers, the walls around are bare, echoing to our laughter, as though... the dead were there."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Maria: When we enter the Abbey, our worldly clothes are given to the poor. Colonel Von Trapp: What about this one?... Maria: The poor didn't want this one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I should like to have seen a gallery of coronation beauties, at Westminster Abbey, confronted for a moment by this band of Island ...girls; their stiffness, formality, and affectation contrasted with the artless vivacity and unconcealed natural graces of these savage maidens. It would be the Venus de' Medici placed beside a milliner's doll.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With its baby rivers and little towns, each with its abbey or its cathedral, with voices--one voice perhaps, echoing through ...the transept--The criterion of suitability and convenience.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide,... And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Westminster Abbey is nature crystallized into a conventional form by man, with his sorrows, his joys, his failures, and his seekin...g for the Great Spirit. It is a frozen requiem, with a nation's prayer ever in dumb music ascending.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »