“ Nowhere does the architecture of the Romans shine so much as when their gigantic buildings are left to tell their own tale by the imposing grandeur of their masses. Whenever ornament is attempted, their bad taste comes out. The size of their edifices, and the solidity of their construction, were only surpassed by the Egyptians, and not always by them; and when, as here, their mass stands unadorned in all its native grandeur, criticism is disarmed, and the spectator stands awe-struck at its majesty, and turns away convinced that truly "there were giants in those days." ”
Summary
"Ten Thousand Wonderful Things," an anonymous work likely compiled in the 18th or 19th century, is a collection of vivid descriptions and reflections on remarkable artifacts, natural wonders, and architectural masterpieces across cultures and eras. Drawing from themes of etching, relics, and decorative art, it explores the grandeur of Roman and Egyptian structures, the phosphorescence of the Red Sea, and the haunting beauty of tombs and temples.
With references to Chinese monasteries, European rulers such as Henry VIII, and the bustling markets of Constantinople, the text weaves together travelogue, art history, and antiquarian interest. Its blend of the sublime and the eerie highlights a fascination with humanity’s enduring desire to immortalize beauty and power through artistic and architectural expression.
Quotes from Ten Thousand Wonderful Things ()
“ Springing in one round condensed column out of the gorge, over a perpendicular cliff, it strikes, at its fall, with its whole body of water, into a sort of vertical rock basin, which one would suppose its prodigious velocity and weight would split into a thousand pieces; but the whole cataract, thus arrested, at once suddenly rebounds in a parabolic arch, at least sixty feet into the air; and then, having made this splendid airy curvature, falls with great noise and beauty into the natural channel below. It is beyond measure beautiful. ”
“ All who have frequented the Red Sea, have observed the luminous appearance or phosphorescence of its waters. "It was beautiful," says a picturesque writer, who sailed from Mocha to Cosseir, "to look down into this brightly transparent sea, and mark the coral, here in large masses of honeycomb-rock, there in light branches of a pale red hue, and the beds of green seaweed, and the golden sand, and the shells, and the fish sporting round the vessel, and making colours of a beauty to the eye which is not their own. ”
