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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Passing Show</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>I know not if it was a dream. I viewed<br>A city where the restless multitude,<br>Between the eastern and the western deep<br>Had reared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Colossal palaces crowned every height;<br>Towers from valleys climbed into the light;<br>O'er dwellings at their feet, great golden domes<br>Hung in the blue, barbarically bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, new-glimmering to-east, the day<br>Touched the black masses with a grace of gray,<br>Dim spires of temples to the nation's God<br>Studding high spaces of the wide survey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well did the roofs their solemn secret keep<br>Of life and death stayed by the truce of sleep,<br>Yet whispered of an hour when sleepers wake,<br>The fool to hope afresh, the wise to weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gardens greened upon the builded hills<br>Above the tethered thunders of the mills<br>With sleeping wheels unstirred to service yet<br>By the tamed torrents and the quickened rills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hewn acclivity, reprieved a space,<br>Looked on the builder's blocks about his base<br>And bared his wounded breast in sign to say:<br>'Strike! 'tis my destiny to lodge your race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twas but a breath ago the mammoth browsed<br>Upon my slopes, and in my caves I housed<br>Your shaggy fathers in their nakedness,<br>While on their foemen's offal they caroused.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ships from afar afforested the bay.<br>Within their huge and chambered bodies lay<br>The wealth of continents; and merrily sailed<br>The hardy argosies to far Cathay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside the city of the living spread-<br>Strange fellowship!-the city of the dead;<br>And much I wondered what its humble folk,<br>To see how bravely they were housed, had said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noting how firm their habitations stood,<br>Broad-based and free of perishable wood-<br>How deep in granite and how high in brass<br>The names were wrought of eminent and good,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said: 'When gold or power is their aim,<br>The smile of beauty or the wage of shame,<br>Men dwell in cities; to this place they fare<br>When they would conquer an abiding fame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the red East the sun-a solemn rite-<br>Crowned with a flame the cross upon a height<br>Above the dead; and then with all his strength<br>Struck the great city all aroar with light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not if it was a dream. I came<br>Unto a land where something seemed the same<br>That I had known as 'twere but yesterday,<br>But what it was I could not rightly name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a strange and melancholy land,<br>Silent and desolate. On either hand<br>Lay waters of a sea that seemed as dead,<br>And dead above it seemed the hills to stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grayed all with age, those lonely hills-ah me,<br>How worn and weary they appeared to be!<br>Between their feet long dusty fissures clove<br>The plain in aimless windings to the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One hill there was which, parted from the rest,<br>Stood where the eastern water curved a-west.<br>Silent and passionless it stood. I thought<br>I saw a scar upon its giant breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun with sullen and portentous gleam<br>Hung like a menace on the sea's extreme;<br>Nor the dead waters, nor the far, bleak bars<br>Of cloud were conscious of his failing beam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a dismal and a dreadful sight,<br>That desert in its cold, uncanny light;<br>No soul but I alone to mark the fear<br>And imminence of everlasting night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All presages and prophecies of doom<br>Glimmered and babbled in the ghastly gloom,<br>And in the midst of that accursèd scene<br>A wolf sat howling on a broken tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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I know not if it was a dream. I viewed
A city where the restless multitude,
Between the eastern and the western deep
Had reared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude.

Colossal palaces crowned every height;
Towers from valleys climbed into the light..."></div>
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