Rosslyn Chapel
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The Sinclair family has produced many works of architecture over the years,
but probably the most unusual is
Rosslyn Chapel.
It was built by
Earl William Sinclair,
beginning in 1446, when he was
Earl of Orkney.
Here are some
pictures of Rosslyn Chapel
by
Gretchen Phillips.
The pillar to the right front with the helical design is the
apprentice pillar
In the many pictures by
Richard Huseth
there are
several detailed pictures of this pillar.
See also Ward Ginn's picture and discussion of the
the stained angel of Rosslyn Chapel.
For more about this unique building, see
Rosslyn Trust web server about Rosslyn Chapel.
Midlothian Online has an
excellent aerial picture.
See also
Friends of Rosslyn
or
at their other URL.
See
the historical comments by Ian Sinclair.
Nearby
is Roslin Castle,
with its legend of the
The Hound of Roslin.
See also
the writeup about the Battle of Rosslyn,
by John Ritchie,
commissioned by Ian Sinclair.
See also the
Sauniere Society Symposium.
From: Jerry H. Sinclair
<sinclair@northcoast.com>
Date: Tuesday, April 20, 1999 7:30 PM
Hi. got the word that you want to know about the story of this lady,
there are two sorties of
a white lady.
The most important one is about the White Lady that is the spirit of the
engrailed cross,
one might call her the guarden angel of Rosslyn,
specially the Chapel.
It has been said that at some time she will appeal blowing a trumpet and
the way into the Chapel will be revealed.
There was a play written Judy Fisken's son telling of this story, which
I have seen two times, very moving.
The other white lady,
[The White Lady of Roslin Castle]
Jerry
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by Sir Walter Scott
From Canto Sixth, XXIII.
previous
- Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud,
- Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie,
- Each Baron, for a sable shroud,
- Sheath'd in his iron panoply.
- Seem'd all on fire within, around,
- Deep sacristy and altar s pale;
- Shone every plllar foliage bound,
- And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail.
- Blaz'd battlement and pinnet high,
- Blaz'd every rose-carved buttress fair
- So still they blaze when fate is nigh
- The lordly line of high St. Clair.
- There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold
- Lie buried within that proud chapelle;
- Each one the holy vault doth hold
- But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!
- And each St. Clair was buried there,
- With candle, with book, and with knell;
- But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung
- The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
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