Sukeley's prose, once again, has a rhythm about it that verges on the poetic (read Wordsworth).
Lines re-spaced... nothing more. Thus -
"At Winterburn-basset,
a little north of Abury,
in a field north-west of the church,
upon elevated ground,
is a double circle of stones concentric,
60 cubits diameter.
Many of the stones have late been carried away.
West of it is a single, broad, flat, and high stone,
standing by itself.
And about as far northward from the circle,
in a ploughed field,
is a barrow set round with,
or rather compos'd of large stones.
I take this double circle to have been a family chapel,
as we may call it,
to an archdruid dwelling near thereabouts,
whilst Abury was his cathedral."*
* William Stukeley: Abury, a Temple of the British Druids
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