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n Saxon strength that abbey frowned,With massive arches broad and round,That rose alternate, row and row,On ponderous columns, short and low,Built ere the art was known,By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk,The arcades of an alleyed walkTo emulate in stone.On the deep walls the heathen DaneHad poured his impious rage in vain;And needful was such strength to these,Exposed to the tempestuous seas,Scourged by the winds’ eternal sway,Open to rovers fierce as they,Which could twelve hundred years withstandWinds, waves, and northern pirates’ hand.Not but that portions of the pile,Rebuilded in a later style,Showed where the spoiler’s hand had been;Not hut the wasting sea-breeze keenHad worn the pillar’s carving quaint,And mouldered in his niche the saint,And rounded, with consuming power,The pointed angles of each tower;Yet still entire the abbey stood,Like veteran, worn, but unsubdued.
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