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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.]
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.
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.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
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.
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.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
In the busy haunts of men.
In the busy haunts of men.
