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| Title | The story of Nuremberg |
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| Publisher | J. M. Dent & Co. |
| Date | 1899 |
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| Language | English |
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| Original Item Extent | 303 pages; 18 cm |
| Original Item Location | DD901.N93 H4 1899 |
| Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b1684865~S11 |
| Digital Collection | Exotic Impressions: Views of Foreign Lands |
| Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/exotic |
| Repository | Kenneth Franzheim II Rare Books Room, William R. Jenkins Architecture and Art Library, University of Houston Libraries |
| Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/william-r-jenkins-architecture-art-library |
| Use and Reproduction | No Copyright - United States |
| Identifier | exotic_201304_001 |
| Title | Page 115 |
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| File Name | exotic_201304_001_124.jpg |
| Transcript | The Castle, Walls and Vortifu ati our dream of a feudal city has been realised. There, before us, is one of the main entrances, still between massive gates and beneath archways flanked by stately towers. Still to reach it we must cross a moat fifty feet deep and a hundred feet wide. True, the swords of old days have been turned into pruning-hooks; the crenelles and embrasures which once bristled and blared with cannon are now curtained with brambles and wallflowers, and festooned with Virginia creepers; the galleries are no longer crowded with archers and cross- bowmen ; the moat itself has blossomed into a garden, luxuriant with limes and acacias, elders, planes, chestnuts, poplars, walnut, willow and birch trees, or divided into carefully tilled little garden plots. True it is that outside the moat, beneath the smug grin of sub-- modern houses, runs that mark of moder iectric tram. But let us for the moment forget these gr.v signs of modern prosperity and, turning to the left ere we enter the Frauen Thor, walk with our eyes on the towers which, with tl -pitched roofs and m shapes and richly coloured tiles, mark the inten the red-h:; one-cased galleries and mighty bastions, till we come to the first beginnings of Nuremberg—the Castle. There, on the highest eminence ot the town, stands that venerable fortress, crowning the red slope of tiles. Roofs piled on roofs, their pinr turrets, points and angles heaped one above the other in a splendid confusion, climb the hill which culminates in the varied group of buildings on the Castle rock, have passed the Spinier, Mohren, Haller and Neu Gates on our way, and we have crossed by the H thorbriieke the I into the I Before us i arpg and salient angles of the bastions built bv the I :/uni, called the Maltese (1558-43). Crossing the moat by I wooden bridge which curls |