He was thinking; but the glory of the song, the swell from the great organ, the clustered lights, […], the height and vastness of this noble fane, its antiquity and its strength—all these things seemed to have their part as causes of the thrilling emotion that accompanied his thoughts.

The flag flapped in the breeze.

I try to imitate the sound of a dyno torch.

Sit downe by her: adorned with my Crowne, As if thou wert the Empreſſe of the world.