Excerpt from The Minster: With Some Common Flowers Picked in the CloseOwn amid the dreary marish, high and dry above the fen, Stands a venerable temple, rear'd by hands Of former men: There, in pride of station, frowning at the petty roofs below, Stand apart, it seems to say, for I am holier than thou. Many a tale is told in Ely, handed down from sire to son, How it rose from small beginning, and from age to age grew on. First a simple court and courtyard shelter'd from the wind and rain, Whither ¿ock'd the men of Marshland tidings Of great joy to gain.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.