 | Jean Elizabeth Howard - English drama (Comedy) - 2007 - 302 pages
...Britain. It is more than this, the whole world's map, which you may here discern in its perfectest motion, justling and turning. It is a heap of stones...were the steeple not sanctified, nothing liker Babel" (pp. 103-04). 22. For a general discussion of the city as a place for fashionable self-display and... | |
 | Craig Dionne, Steve Mentz - Literary Criticism - 2010 - 428 pages
...the conceptual and actual sociogeographical hybridity that was London, as described by John Earle: "a heap of stones and men, with a vast confusion of...were the steeple not sanctified, nothing liker Babel" (Salgado, Elizabethan Underworld^). If cant lexicons are inefficacious in objectively demarcating dialects,... | |
 | Thomas Rist - Literary Criticism - 2008 - 188 pages
...both of England and the world, presenting, as the Bishop was particular to observe, Roman Catholicism: It is a heap of stones and men, with a vast confusion...languages; and were the steeple not sanctified, nothing like Babel ... It is a great exchange of all discourse, the synod of all parties politic; it is the... | |
 | John Dover Wilson - England - 1913 - 334 pages
...more than this the whole world's map, which you may here discern in its perfectest motion, jostling and turning. It is a heap of stones and men, with...the steeple not sanctified, nothing liker Babel. The noise in it is like that of bees, a strange humming or buzz, mixed of walking, tongues and feet. It... | |
 | 140 pages
...than this — the whole world's map, which you may here discern in its perfectest motion, jostling and turning. It is a heap of stones and men, with...the steeple not sanctified, nothing liker Babel. The noise in it is like that of bees — a strange humming or buzz, mixed of walking, tongues and feet.... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - Authors - 1873 - 800 pages
...about enquiry after news." Again, according to Bishop Earle's Microcosmoyruphy, published in 1628, ' It is a heap of stones and men, with a vast confusion...the steeple not sanctified, nothing liker Babel. The noise in it is like that of bees, a strange humming or buzz mixed, of walking, tongues, and feet ;... | |
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The noise in it is like that of bees, a strange humming or buzz mixed of walking tongues and feet: it is a kind of still roar or loud whisper. It is the great exchange of all discourse, and no business whatsoever but is here stirring and a-foot. 
