| Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880. | | | | Cathedral | | By William Congreve (1670–1729) |
| | | Almeria.—It was thy fear, or else some transient wind | |
| Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle: | |
| No, all is hushed and still as death. ’Tis dreadful! | |
| How reverend is the face of this tall pile, | |
| Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads | 5 |
| To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, | |
| By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, | |
| Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe | |
| And terror on my aching sight; the tombs | |
| And monumental caves of death look cold, | 10 |
| And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. | |
| Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; | |
| Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear | |
| Thy voice;—my own affrights me with its echoes. | | | | |
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