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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.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
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.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
What is the city but the people?
What is the city but the people?
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a read more
A tranquil city of good laws, fine architecture, and clean streets is like a classroom of obedient dullards, or a field of gelded bulls - whereas a city of anarchy is a city of promise
