It seems no work of Man's creative hand,
By labor wrought as wavering fancy planned;
But from the rock as if by magic grown,
Eternal, silent, beautiful, alone!
Not virgin-white like that old Doric shrine,
Where erst Athena held her rites divine;
Not saintly-grey, like many a minster fane,
That crowns the hill and consecrates the plain;
But rose-red as if the blush of dawn,
That first beheld them were not yet withdrawn;
The hues of youth upon a brow of woe,
Which Man deemed old two thousand years ago.
Match me such marvel save in Eastern clime,
A rose-red city half as old as time.
Petra by John William Burgon (1845)
1 posted on
08/26/2008 7:18:09 PM PDT by
SunkenCiv
To: StayAt HomeMother; Ernest_at_the_Beach; 1ofmanyfree; 21twelve; 24Karet; 2ndDivisionVet; 31R1O; ...
2 posted on
08/26/2008 7:19:27 PM PDT by
SunkenCiv
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To: SunkenCiv
I was at Petra in 1998. I was trying to buy a picture from a Bedouin but he wanted 20 dollars. I wanted to pay 10. The guy agreed to 15 and we were about to close the deal when my wife felt sorry for the Bedouin and demanded I pay the full 20. We debated the price while he looked on scratching his head. I finally paid the full 20 (I was mad as hell). It was very quiet on the bus while returning to the hotel.
3 posted on
08/26/2008 7:38:21 PM PDT by
Radl
(rtr)
To: SunkenCiv
I spent pretty much a whole day scrambling across the rocks and hills at Petra. An experience that was quite worthy.
5 posted on
08/26/2008 8:06:55 PM PDT by
tarawa
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