Abbeys

<b>Inchmahome Priory:</b> Though the wooden roof has been gone for centuries and the floor is carpeted with grass, enough of the lofty stonework remains to give us a sense of its former glory. ~ My Heart’s in the LowlandsInchmahome Priory: Though the wooden roof has been gone for centuries and the floor is carpeted with grass, enough of the lofty stonework remains to give us a sense of its former glory. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
<b>Sweetheart Abbey:</b> Rose slipped behind one of the stout pillars and peeked across the broad expanse of the abbey. Despite the autumn sunlight, the stone was cold beneath her hands. ~ Fair Is the RoseSweetheart Abbey: Rose slipped behind one of the stout pillars and peeked across the broad expanse of the abbey. Despite the autumn sunlight, the stone was cold beneath her hands. ~ Fair Is the Rose
<b>Dundrennan Abbey:</b> Gothic arches with broad peaks direct the eye heavenward. The classic design is repeated over and over in windows and doorways too numerous to count. ~ My Heart’s in the LowlandsDundrennan Abbey: Gothic arches with broad peaks direct the eye heavenward. The classic design is repeated over and over in windows and doorways too numerous to count. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
<b>Cambuskenneth Abbey:</b> Gravestones were scattered about, some grand and ornate, others plain and low to the ground and covered with moss and lichen. ~ Mine Is the NightCambuskenneth Abbey: Gravestones were scattered about, some grand and ornate, others plain and low to the ground and covered with moss and lichen. ~ Mine Is the Night
<b>Dundrennan Abbey:</b> The ruins were left standing before God and man, roofless and abandoned, surrounded by gravestones long worn smooth by the elements. ~ Whence Came a PrinceDundrennan Abbey: The ruins were left standing before God and man, roofless and abandoned, surrounded by gravestones long worn smooth by the elements. ~ Whence Came a Prince
<b>Inchmahome Priory:</b> After the Reformation, abbeys across Scotland were dismantled and the stones carted away by local farmers for building dykes, leaving much for our imaginations to fill in. ~ My Heart’s in the LowlandsInchmahome Priory: After the Reformation, abbeys across Scotland were dismantled and the stones carted away by local farmers for building dykes, leaving much for our imaginations to fill in. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
<b>Sweetheart Abbey:</b> At the end of the street loomed the red sandstone ruins of Dulce Cor—sweet heart, as the monks of old had named their abbey. Heaven served as its roof now, and sod its floor. ~ Fair Is the RoseSweetheart Abbey: At the end of the street loomed the red sandstone ruins of Dulce Cor—sweet heart, as the monks of old had named their abbey. Heaven served as its roof now, and sod its floor. ~ Fair Is the Rose
<b>Dryburgh Abbey:</b> A slight clearing in the woods revealed their destination: the lofty remains of an abbey. Silent, beautiful, mysterious. ~ Mine Is the NightDryburgh Abbey: A slight clearing in the woods revealed their destination: the lofty remains of an abbey. Silent, beautiful, mysterious. ~ Mine Is the Night
  • <b>Inchmahome Priory:</b> Though the wooden roof has been gone for centuries and the floor is carpeted with grass, enough of the lofty stonework remains to give us a sense of its former glory. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
  • <b>Sweetheart Abbey:</b> Rose slipped behind one of the stout pillars and peeked across the broad expanse of the abbey. Despite the autumn sunlight, the stone was cold beneath her hands. ~ Fair Is the Rose
  • <b>Dundrennan Abbey:</b> Gothic arches with broad peaks direct the eye heavenward. The classic design is repeated over and over in windows and doorways too numerous to count. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
  • <b>Cambuskenneth Abbey:</b> Gravestones were scattered about, some grand and ornate, others plain and low to the ground and covered with moss and lichen. ~ Mine Is the Night
  • <b>Dundrennan Abbey:</b> The ruins were left standing before God and man, roofless and abandoned, surrounded by gravestones long worn smooth by the elements. ~ Whence Came a Prince
  • <b>Inchmahome Priory:</b> After the Reformation, abbeys across Scotland were dismantled and the stones carted away by local farmers for building dykes, leaving much for our imaginations to fill in. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
  • <b>Sweetheart Abbey:</b> At the end of the street loomed the red sandstone ruins of Dulce Cor—sweet heart, as the monks of old had named their abbey. Heaven served as its roof now, and sod its floor. ~ Fair Is the Rose
  • <b>Dryburgh Abbey:</b> A slight clearing in the woods revealed their destination: the lofty remains of an abbey. Silent, beautiful, mysterious. ~ Mine Is the Night

One Response to “Abbeys”

  1. Elaine Parsons September 28, 2012 11:10 am #

    Liz,
    What a beautiful job you have done with your web site. The abbeys I can’t imagine how beautiful they must have been in there day. We can thank the Lord for giving us the talent to see what happened a long time ago. The beautiful people of the country and the friends I have made who are now deceased from Scotland. I can’t wait until your new book comes out. Thank you for being you and somebody from Lititz Moravian that I knew and cherished. God Bless you, Elaine

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