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I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High read more
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life read more
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford
When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.
When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.
What is the city but the people?
What is the city but the people?
A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a read more
A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a field of gelded bulls - whereas a city of anarchy is a city of promise
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
