The Stranger in Shrewsbury: or, an historical and descriptive view of Shrewsbury and its environsHowell, Thomas J.
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The Stranger in Shrewsbury: or, an historical and descriptive view of Shrewsbury and its environs
Howell, Thomas J.
Shrewsbury (England) -- Description and travel
Upon the south side of the church is a stone porch of early Norman
architecture. Its outward arch is circular, with diagonal or zig-zag
mouldings, the inner rib obtusely pointed. The small pointed windows on
each side are curious specimens of the very earliest rudiments of the
mullioned window. The ceiling also presents an example of the most
ancient kind of groined vault, and consists of four round massive ribs
crossing each other in the centre, without any boss or ornament. The
semicircular arch of the interior door is a good specimen of the style of
building in fashion from the conquest to the days of Henry II. The north
door is an elegant example of this ancient kind of building. Formerly it
was an unsightly wooden porch, which was removed in 1801. The arches of
the north and south doors of the transept are in the same early style.
The decorations of the latter are rather uncommon, having lozenge pannels
placed alternately, and each filled with an embossed flower. The side
aisles, with the upper story of the nave and choir, have pointed windows
with mullions, while those of the transept are long and lancet shaped,
without any. The higher walls of the nave were, in the repair of 1786,
very injudiciously raised some feet above their original level, which
altogether destroys the ancient proportions, and gives the whole building
a top-heavy appearance. Formerly the church was crowned with pinnacles,
which issued from the spaces between each window and the corner
buttresses of the transept and choir, but now, excepting those on the
chapel, not one remains.
Within, the church is spacious, lofty, interesting, and from its
venerable and solemn appearance, admirably adapted to the purposes of
religious meditation.
As chanced, the portal of the sacred pile
Stood open, and we entered. On my frame,
At such transition from the fervid air,
A grateful coolness fell, that seem’d to strike
The heart, in concert with that temperate awe
And natural reverence which the place inspired.
WORDSWORTH.
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