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The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
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.
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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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.
He [Caesar Augustus] found a city built of brick; he left it
built of marble.
[Lat., Urbem lateritiam read more
He [Caesar Augustus] found a city built of brick; he left it
built of marble.
[Lat., Urbem lateritiam accepit, mamoream relinquit.]
A rose-red city half as old as Time.
A rose-red city half as old as Time.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
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.
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the read more
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
