How the old mountains drip with sunset, And the brake of dun! How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel By the wizard sun! How the old steeples hand the scarlet, Till the ball is full, -- Have I the lip of the flamingo That I dare to tell? Then, how the fire ebbs like billows, Touching all the grass With a departing, sapphire feature, As if a duchess pass! How a small dusk crawls on the village Till the houses blot; And the odd flambeaux no men carry Glimmer on the spot! Now it is night in nest and kennel, And where was the wood, Just a dome of abyss is nodding Into solitude! -- These are the visions baffled Guido; Titian never told; Domenichino dropped the pencil, Powerless to unfold.
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I used to run out on the field and get the tee after kickoffs, ... I was around the Saints locker room with Rickey Jackson, Pat Swilling and all the guys from the Dome Patrol. I grew up a Saints fan and remember a lot of them. They were my team growing up.
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Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender- these form the wealth of home.
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Spread outward. Crack the round dome. Break through. Have liberty not as the air within a grave...
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I've never even been inside of a dome. I've played football in a basketball gym, but never basketball inside a football arena.
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An architect should live as little in cities as a painter. Send him to our hills, and let him study there what nature understands by a buttress, and what by a dome.
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The 'Dome is home for them, ... For residents, another immediate relocation is simply too much, too soon.
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The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.
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