Hampton Court Gallery The misty landscape, with the crosses of golgotha and the eastern hills catching the first brightness of the new Day dawning over mortality; the broken clouds of night, scattered like the conquered horrors of the grave, and the illuminated tomb where Hope and Faith henceforth ask us why we weep; the hurrying agitation of St. Peter and the trusting serenity of St. John, expressed in every gesture; the dusky trees; Mary's quivering doubt and rapture, touched with some new awe; and the simple majesty with which our Lord stays that unconscious innocent presumption, Touch me not.
"Holbein"
Beatrice Fortescue
His spiritual man recognizes no motives more familiar than golgotha and 'the skies;' it walks in graveyards, or soars among the stars....
"George Eliot"
Mathilde Blind
This is the lesson of golgotha.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer