"His holy places may not be of stone,
Nor made with hands, yet fairer far than aught
By artist feigned or pious ardor reared,
Fit altars for who guards inviolate
God's chosen seat, the sacred form of man."
--Lowell, The Cathedral.
| The House on the Sand. | [118 L.J.] |
"Sudden change is a house on sand;"
--Tennyson, Becket, Act III, Scene 3.
| How are the Mighty Fallen. | [426 H.T.] |
"How are the mighty fallen, Master Cranmer."
--Tennyson, Queen Mary, Act IV, Scene 2.
| I Go Whence I shall not Return. | [192 S.A.] |