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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

three with a new song’s measure can trample an empire down.

Ode:

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur O'Shaughnessy.

ntodd

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thank you

that'll be the first new addition to My Permanent Collection in a couple years.

Posted by: joel hanes | Mar 19, 2017 6:17:46 AM

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