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Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Every man cannot go to Corinthum.
[Lat., Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.]
Every man cannot go to Corinthum.
[Lat., Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.]
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And read more
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
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.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.