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A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a
sheet of paper.
A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a
sheet of paper.
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.
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.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.
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.
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
There will never be great architects or great architecture
without great patrons.
There will never be great architects or great architecture
without great patrons.
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.