WINDSOR CASTLE
Described by EDWARD THOMAS
Pictured by E. W. HASLEHUST
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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Page |
The Curfew Tower |
Frontispiece |
Windsor Castle from Fellows' Eyot, Eton |
8 |
The Lower Ward, Windsor Castle |
12 |
The Horse-Shoe Cloisters and St. George's Chapel |
16 |
The Hundred Steps |
22 |
The Norman Gate |
26 |
The Canons' Cloisters |
30 |
Anne Boleyn's Window, Dean's Cloisters |
36 |
North Terrace and Winchester Tower |
40 |
Nell Gwyn's House and Henry VIII Gateway |
44 |
Eton College from Windsor |
48 |
Virginia Water |
52 |
WINDSOR CASTLE
THE NEIGHBOURHOOD
Celebrated places make a strong and often a visual impression upon the mind before they are seen either in reality or in picture. Windsor Castle, especially from the west and at some little distance, is one of those which confirm and even augment, when first seen, the mysterious vision of the imagination. Seen from the flat meadows of Clewer on a moist morning, when thrushes are singing in the elms, Windsor Castle rises up like a cloud in the east, with nothing behind, or on either side of it, but a sky of dull silver, and nothing below but the smoke wreaths of the town gently and separately ascending. It is like a cloud, a huge soft cloud, without motion yet full of change; and it is presently resolved into the predominant Round Tower, and on one side of it the perpendicularly carved St. George's Chapel and the Curfew Tower, on the other side the cliffy, long front of the State Apartments. Even thus clear, the buildings are as remote as a cloud in a mental atmosphere of time and undefined associations. For these green meadows of Clewer belong to to-day. Behind their cheap fences they seem to expect the builder; they are edged by lowly and modern houses which vote Liberal and flutter white linen on the grey air. And on every hand the country is what it has been made within recent times. The river, the Court, and Eton College have changed the face of this countryside into something characteristic in every detail of a piece of England which is both attractive in itself and conveniently near London—almost within half an hour by rail and hardly more by road, if you ignore the law and the multitude. It is dotted with neat