Whitby Abbey, England
"Thou relic of a bygone generation,
Thou crumbling record of a vanished race,
Towering aloft in lonely desolation,
Like the great guardian spirit of the place:
Thy walls with age are mouldering, gray and hoary,
Where thy long transept lay the grass waves green,
And scarce a remnant of thy former glory
Remains to tell us what thou once hast been."
- William Leighton
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Whitby Abbey, England
"Thou relic of a bygone generation,
Thou crumbling record of a vanished race,
Towering aloft in lonely desolation,
Like the great guardian spirit of the place:
Thy walls with age are mouldering, gray and hoary,
Where thy long transept lay the grass waves green,
And scarce a remnant of thy former glory
Remains to tell us what thou once hast been."
- William Leighton
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Thanks to all for 15,000.000+ views, visits and kind comments..!!
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission.
© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED