The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was read more

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.

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.

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.

Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use
be preferred before uniformity, except where read more

Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use
be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had.

Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light.

Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad read more

The hand that rounded Peter's dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free;
He builded better than he knew;
The conscious stone to beauty grew.

And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made
ready before it was brought thither: read more

And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made
ready before it was brought thither: so that there was neither
hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it
was in building.

Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the read more

Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the curve drawn on a paper two inches long,
is just as magnificent, just as symbolic of divine mysteries and
melodies, as when embodied in the span of some cathedral roof.

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.