“Saltzburg”
p. 106.

The sun is
was
low on Salzas silver deep
Broad loom
ed
s
the lofty city in its sleep
Dome over dome in arched array was set
Spire over spire and sparkling minaret,
How red you saw the swarthy sunset shine
Ruskin's line number
5
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5

Where
huge
rose
St Ruperts mighty marble shrine
Rich with the spoils of many a Hartzwald mine
2Crag heaped poised on crag, with each its battlement
2
The
That
Fortress reared its dark and huge ascent a
From its foundation lifted like a cloud,
Ruskin's line number
10
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10

Silent and
But moveless
But moveless—
changeless, beautifully proud,
Shadow imbued with sunbeams like a veil,
Clasps the wide city, wreathes its outlines pale
And mingles roof with roof and tower with towr,
Twilights soft magic brooding oer the hour,
Ruskin's line number
15
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15

Mysterious beauty upon all seen there
And all unseen, imagined passing fair.
Oh what can break the still, at even shed,
Just as the sun displays his parting red
There is no sound that comes not sweetly by
Ruskin's line number
20
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20

When the last lights upon the landscape die,
Loud shouts
 Low
chaunts
Low chaunts
the fisher where the waters pour,
  And murmuring voices come along the shore,
And many a plash of wave upon the side,
Of yon dark boat that slumbers on the tide
Ruskin's line number
25
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25

And there are sounds from city & from hill
Shore, forest, flood, & field, yet all
seems
seems still.
I left the shore, and ere the nights descent
Through huge St Ruperts massive portal went,
Full many a marble there of changing hue,
Ruskin's line number
30
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30

82

Chiselled & fretted, walled the temple through
Successive altars lit with incensed flame
Rose through the chapels, none without a name
And the worn pavement every shrine before
Of long devotion certain witness bore
Ruskin's line number
35
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35

And there was many a statue nobly wrought
And many a sta painting from the southward brought
Planned by those master minds, that ever stand
The life, the glory, of their native land 1
And, as hard rock, that mid some softer stone,
Ruskin's line number
40
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40

Stands from the rest, unbuttressed, & alone
A bulwark, rears its iron strength for aye,
The weaker
while soft
crag around it wears away, b
So shall their memory lift itself at last,
Forth from the ruins of the aeras past
Ruskin's line number
45
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45

So, like some lofty beacon, constant shine,
Distinctly seen amid
glowing thro
the mist of time
The vesper hymn was singing, as the night
Rolled round the temple, veiling from the sight
The mighty dome so high and heavenward piled
Ruskin's line number
50
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50

Beneath whose concave slumbers Scotlands child
The Good St Rupert, & full silently
Star after
sky
star
was scattered on the sky
And I forgot the city, as I gazed
Where thousand worlds through all the midnight blazed,
Ruskin's line number
55
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55

And I held through them commune with the heaven.