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Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo,
Merely a marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.

— Arthur Hugh Clough Amours de Voyage (1858)

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Thou shalt have one God only; who
Would be at the expense of two?

The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.

Amours de Voyage (1858)

Allah is great, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet.

Amours de Voyage (1858)

A world where nothing is had for nothing.

The Bothie of Toper-na-fuosich (1848)

That out of sight is out of mind
Is true of most we leave behind.

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