Sacs of Goldmann
Sacs of Gold, Man.. What Can You Do With It?
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Gold Monk Standard - The World Is Too Much With Us, Late and Soon
Mummified monk now rarified covered with gold - ABC11 Raleigh. via
Goldeneye - The World is Too Much with Us
The World is Too Much with Us - William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth 1770 - 1850
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. via
dr. π (pi)
.
Founded in 1869, Goldman Sachs is headquartered in Lower Manhattan in New York City, with regional headquarters in
many international financial centers. In Relentless pursuit of fortune. Exceptional Results via
Gold Monk Standard - The World Is Too Much With Us, Late and Soon
Mummified monk now rarified covered with gold - ABC11 Raleigh. via
Goldeneye - The World is Too Much with Us
The World is Too Much with Us - William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth 1770 - 1850
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. via
dr. π (pi)
.