Adjective

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having temples

*{{quote-book, year=1901, author=Anonymous, title=Babylonian and Assyrian Literature, chapter=, edition= citation

, passage=Within his halls Khumbaba is enthroned, In grand Tul-Khumba's walls by forests zoned With her bright palaces and templed shrines, The sanctuaries of the gods, where pines Sigh on the wafting winds their rich perfumes; Where Elam's god with sullen thunder dooms From Kharsak's brow the wailing nation's round, And Elam's hosts obey the awful sound. }}

*{{quote-book, year=1892, author=Ambrose Bierce, title=Black Beetles in Amber, chapter=, edition= citation

, passage=An earthquake here rolls harmless through the land, And Thou art good because the chimneys stand-- There templed cities sink into the sea, And damp survivors, howling as they flee, Skip to the hills and hold a celebration In honor of Thy wise discrimination. }}

*{{quote-book, year=1881, author=William D. Howells, title=A Fearful Responsibility and Other Stories, chapter=, edition= citation

, passage=As on many and many another night of summers past, the moon came up and stood over the Lido, striking far across the glittering lagoon, and everywhere winning the flattered eye to the dark masses of shadow upon the water; to the trees of the Gardens, to the trees and towers and domes of the cloistered and templed isles. }}

*{{quote-book, year=1853, author=J.G. Adams, title=Hymns for Christian Devotion, chapter=, edition= citation

, passage=National Hymn. 1 My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 2 My native country, thee-- Land of the noble, free-- Thy name--I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe, partake; Let rocks their silence break,-- The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. 837. }}