 Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen— Leon. Hark! Aim No, all is hush'd, and still as death — 'tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd...  Lives of the English Poets: Smith-Savage - Page 230by Samuel Johnson - 1905Full view - About this book
 | John Palmer (Jun.) - Fiction - 2005 - 208 pages
...this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft it's arch'd and pondrous roof! By its own weight made stedfast, and immoveable....Looking tranquillity, it strikes an awe And terror to my aking sight! The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling... | |
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