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Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
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.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
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.
In the busy haunts of men.
In the busy haunts of men.
If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
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.]
