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Windsor Castle

Windsor Castle

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WINDSOR CASTLE

Described by EDWARD THOMAS
Pictured by E. W. HASLEHUST

BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED

LONDON   GLASGOW   AND   BOMBAY


Blackie & Son's "Beautiful" Series

Beautiful England

Oxford The Peak District    Dartmoor
The English Lakes The Cornish Riviera    The Dukeries
Canterbury Dickens-Land    Warwick and Leamington
Shakespeare-Land Winchester    Bath and Wells
The Thames The Isle of Wight    Ripon and Harrogate
Windsor Castle Chester York    Scarborough
Cambridge The New Forest    Bournemouth, Poole,
Norwich and the Broads    Hampton Court       and Christchurch
The Heart of Wessex Exeter    Swanage and District.
  Hereford  

Beautiful Ireland

Leinster             Ulster             Munster
  Connaught  

Beautiful Switzerland

Lucerne         Chamonix         Lausanne
Villars, Champery, etc.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

  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

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