107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul, Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal Moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad Augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And … Read more
Looking north from what is now Michigan Ave and Pearson, 1871, Chicago.
The photo was taken from the Water Tower, its shadow in the lower right corner of the shot.
The ruins in the foreground are from the Lill & Diversy Brewery, once the largest brewer in the city. And yes, though now spelled Diversey, the street was named for this prominent beer maker.
107 Not mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule, Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true loue controule, Supposde as forfeite to a confin’d doome. The mortall Moone hath her eclipse indur’de, And the sad Augurs mock their owne presage, Incertenties now crowne them-selues assur’de, And … Read more