To the emperor's peasants!
To the peasants' emperor!
To the sons of mars,
to the glorious 18 March!
When heaven blessed
the guts of Eugene!
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It vexes me when they would constrain science by the authority of the Scriptures, and yet do not consider themselves bound to answer reason and experiment.
by John Lars ZwerenzWhen the purple drapes of the nascent night
Cover the veils of the mountainous greenery,
I wander amid the fountains and the statuary,
Lost in reflective pools of light.