gri_2003_m_46_b01_f06_024
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- Mean dissimilarity: 0.021
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- WINNER - 65318708 - vickiechen
- 65344139 - shmooshy
- 65347040 - Sarahbt
- 65374455 - csleahey
- 65374895 - not-logged-in-2fdd6a871998d5a4bf7e
WINNER - 65318708 - vickiechen
-5-As if at Pett a nightingale
Vanquishes the tender pigeons.
Her pagan harmony
Shames the soft sincere doves
And the absent-minded sun.
A bas-relief, a dance, a lyre:
As plaster flakes the dancers go
But an outline summons yet
A classic connotation
The public have not quite reduced.
Roman emperors stare
Tirelessly on battered walls,
Cracked, discolored, worn,
Beside the slim triumphal gate,
Flattered pinkly by the sun.
Sphinxes short on oracles line a path.
Lions query the intruders
With a stylised savagery.
The sun rises in the river
Almost to horizon-level.
The lawn leans to the water.
A swan edges there, whiter than
The bridge: Palladian,
But stained and chipped as an old tooth.
(An S of flowers holds in my mind.)
Plump vases gleam against
Holly-dark shadows in the groves.
Here is a temple, elegant among
Rife waterlilies and dark pines,
Protected by an obelisk:
65344139 - shmooshy
-5-As if at Pett a nightingale
Vanquishes the tender pigeons.
Her pagan harmony
Shames the soft sincere doves
And the absent-minded sun.
A bas-relief, a dance, a lyre:
As plaster flakes the dancers go
But an outline summons yet
A classic connotation
The public have not quite reduced.
Roman emperors stare
Tirelessly on battered walls,
Cracked, discolored, worn,
Beside the slim triumphal gate,
Flattered pinkly by the sun.
Sphinxes short on oracles line a path.
Lions query the intruders
With a stylized savagery.
The sun rises in the river
Almost to horizon-level.
The lawn leans to the water.
A swan edges there, whiter than
The bridge: Palladian,
But stained and chipped as an old tooth.
(An S of flowers holds in my mind.)
Plump vases gleam against
Holly-dark shadows in the groves.
Here is a temple, elegant among
Rife water lilies and dark pines,
Protected by an obelisk:
65347040 - Sarahbt
-5- As if at Pett a nightingaleVanquishes the tender pigeons.
Her pagan harmony
Shames the soft sincere doves
And the absent-minded sun.
A bas-relief, a dance, a lyre:
As plaster flakes the dancers go
But an outline summons yet
A classic connotation
The public have not quite reduced.
Roman emperors stare
Tirelessly on battered walls,
Cracked, discolored, worn,
Beside the slim triumphal gate,
Flattered pinkly by the sun.
Sphinxes short on oracles line a path.
Lions query the intruders
With a stylised savagery.
The sun rises in the river
Almost to horizon-level.
The lawn leans to the water.
A swan edges there, whiter than
The bridge: Palladian,
But stained and chipped as an old tooth.
(An S of flowers holds in my mind.)
Plump vases gleam against
Holly-dark shadows in the groves.
Here is a temple, elegant among
Rife waterlilies and dark pines,
Protected by an obelisk:
65374455 - csleahey
-5-As if at Pett a nightingale
Vanquishes the tender pigeons.
Her pagan harmony
Shames the soft sincere doves
And the absent-minded sun.
A bas-relief, a dance, a lyre:
As plaster flakes the dancers go
But an outline summons yet
A classic connotation
The public have not quite reduced.
Roman emperors stare
Tirelessly on battered walls,
Cracked, discolored, worn,
Beside the slim triumphal gate,
Flattered pinkly by the sun.
Sphinxes short on oracles in a path.
Lions query the intruders
With a stylized savagery.
The sun rises in the river
Almost to horizon-level.
The lawn leans to the water.
A swan edges there, whiter than
The bridge: Palladian,
But stained and chipped as an old tooth.
(An S of flowers holds in my mind.)
Plump vases gleam against
Holly-dark shadows in teh groves.
Here is a temple, elegant among
Rife waterlilies and dark pines,
Protected by an obelisk:
65374895 - not-logged-in-2fdd6a871998d5a4bf7e
-5-As if at Pett a nightingale
Vanquishes the tender pigeons.
Her pagan harmony
Shames the soft sincere doves
And the absent-minded sun.
A bas-relief, a dance, a lyre:
As plaster flakes the dancers go
But an outline summons yet
A classic connotation
The public have not quite reduced.
Roman emperors stare
Tirelessly on battered walls,
Cracked, discolored, worn,
Beside the slim triumphal gate,
Flattered pinkly by the sun.
Sphinxes short on oracles line a path.
Lions query the intruders
With a stylised savagery.
The sun rises in the river
Almost to horizon-level.
The lawn leans to the water.
A swan edges there, whither than
The bridge: Palladian,
But stained and chipped as an old tooth.
(An S of flowers holds in my mind.)
Plump vases gleam against
Holly-dark shadows in the groves.
Here is a temple, elegant among
Rife waterlilies and dark pines,
Protected by an obelisk: