Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (18031882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880. | | Cathedral | By William Congreve (16701729) |
| 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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