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No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of
each and every town or city.
The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of
each and every town or city.
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And read more
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
In the busy haunts of men.
In the busy haunts of men.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in read more
Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in the city.