Spolia (Latin, 'spoils'), the repurposing of building stone for new construction, or the reuse of decorative sculpture on new monuments, is an ancient and widespread practice whereby stone that has been quarried cut and used in a built structure, is carried away to be used elsewhere The practice is of particular interest to historians, archaeologists and architectural historians since the gravestones, monuments and architectural fragments of antiquity are frequently found embedded in structures built centuries or millennia later.
Archaeologist Philip A. Barker gives the example of a late Roman period (probably 1st century) tombstone from Wroxeter that could be seen to have been cut down and undergone weathering while in use as part of an exterior wall, then, possibly as late as the 5th century, reinscribed for reuse as a tombstone.
The practice was common in late antiquity. Entire obsolete structures, including underground foundations, are known to have been demolished to enable the construction of new structures. According to Baxter, two churches in Worcester (one 7th century and one 10th,) are thought to have been deconstructed so that their building stone could be repurposed by St. Wulstan to construct a cathedral in 1084. And the parish churches of Atcham, Wroxeter, and Upton Magna are largely built of stone taken from the buildings of Viroconium Cornoviorum.
Spolia (spoils) is a Latin word that occurs in the following contexts:
à minha linda, minha neguinha
O meu café ficou tão sozinho
Os meninos que passam
E olhos sem ter pra quem mostrar
à minha linda, minha neguinha
Histórias que eu conto no vento
Eu me sento aqui pra ladainha
Eu me sento aqui avoadinha
Eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso as histórias da Dona Sinhá
Mas me falta tu mesmo
E teu jeito de me contar
E eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso da Dona Sinhá
Histórias que tu me traz
E as flores começam a girar
O sol se põe na pracinha
E eu me sentei cantando sozinha
O sol se põe lá na pracinha
E eu me sentei sonhando neste mar
O sol se põe lá na pracinha
E eu me sentei cantando sozinha
Eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso as histórias da Dona Sinhá
Mas me falta tu mesmo
E teu jeito de me contar
Eu guardo no bolso
Eu guardo no bolso da Dona Sinhá
Histórias que tu me traz