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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.]
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
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.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life read more
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford
