There is a temple in ruin stands,
Fashion’d by long forgotten hands.
From Lord Byron’s Siege of Corinth (1816)
There is a temple in ruin stands,
Fashion’d by long forgotten hands.
From Lord Byron’s Siege of Corinth (1816)
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In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction.
We see no white-winged angels now.
But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child’s.
From George Eliot’s Silas Marmer (1861)
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“Jesus,” he said to himself.
“Drunk for ten years.”
From F Scott Fitzgerald’s The Lost Decade (1939)
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