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There was King Bradmond's palace,
Was never none richer, the story says:
For all the windows and read more
There was King Bradmond's palace,
Was never none richer, the story says:
For all the windows and the walls
Were painted with gold, both towers and halls;
Pillars and doors all were of brass;
Windows of latten were set with glass;
It was so rich in many wise,
That it was like a paradise.
Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul
Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the most surely, on the soul
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As best gem upon her zone.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As best gem upon her zone.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence.
In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
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In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.
The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.
The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.
The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and read more
The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and their lives
Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
As offerings unto God.
