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Pisa's Leaning Tower By Herman Melville  |
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 The Tower in tiers of architraves,Fair circle over cirque,A trunk of rounded colonnades,The maker's master-work,Impends with all its pillared tribes,And, poising them, debates:It thinks to plunge-but hesitates;Shrinks back-yet fain would slide;Withholds itself-itself would urge;Hovering, shivering on the verge,A would-be suicide! | |||||||||||||
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