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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

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


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.


March 14, 2017 | Permalink


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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