The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a
famous city.

The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a
famous city.

God made the country, and man made the town.

God made the country, and man made the town.

Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.

Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.

I dwelt in a city enchanted,
And lonely indeed was my lot;
. . . .
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I dwelt in a city enchanted,
And lonely indeed was my lot;
. . . .
Though the latitude's rather uncertain,
And the longitude also is vague,
The persons I pity who know not the City
The beautiful City of Prague.

A rose-red city half as old as Time.

A rose-red city half as old as Time.

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.

What is the city but the people?

What is the city but the people?

Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athens--these
seven cities contend as to being the birthplace of the
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Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athens--these
seven cities contend as to being the birthplace of the
illustrious Homer.
[Lat., Smyrna, Rhodos, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athenae,
Hae septem certant de stirpe insignis Homeri.]

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
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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.