Excerpt from Manhattan HE sun with sabre of illuming ame Has rent the storm, and out of darkness rise, In the belated are that strikes the skies, Colossal roofs like summits lost to fame, Or mountains heaped by Titans to reclaim The throne of Gods whose thunder still replies; A mighty bastion, lit for dream's surmise, Defying heaven with abortive aim. O shadowed marvel! Are thy peaks that fade A vision or a verity sublime? Thy promontories, where the storm delayed, Illusion's dream or the long boast of time? The ultimate shaft of sunset disappears, And leaves the night no answer from the years. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."