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Until ...

The Chapel was lighted by round-headed windows,

Furnished with most heavenly pictures, lively in colours …

 

… until 1845

 

Completely defaced and quite plain,

A few fragments of ancient glass remain,

Once a ****** and child,

Once the altar of Our Lady of Pity,

Once a great black marble platform of the Lady Altar

 

… until 1845

 

Now it’s plain table tombs of blue marble,

depressed semicircular arches,

several grave slabs and pale yellows,

And Bishop Langley,

with his coffin and bones three feet below the floor

 

… until 1845

 

The Chapel was lighted by round-headed windows,

Furnished with most heavenly pictures, lively in colours …

 

… and destroyed.

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Aug 20, 2010
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