The City, by H.P. Lovecraft
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the city by H. P. Lovecraft It was golden in splendid, that city of light. Ah, vision suspended in deeps of the knights, a region of wonder and glory whose temples were marble and white. I remember the season at dawn to my gaze, the mad time of unreason, the brain numbing days when winter white sheeted and ghastly stocks onward to torture and craze. More lovely than Zion, it shone in the sky when the beams of O. Ryan did clouded my eye, bringing sleep that was filled with dim memories of moments obscure and gone by. It's mansions were stately, with carvings made fair, each rising sedate. Lee on terrorists is rare, and the gardens were fragrant and bright, with strange miracles blossoming there. The avenues lured me with vista. Sublime tall archers assured me that once on a time I had wandered in rapture beneath um, and basked in the halcyon climb on. The plazas were standing and sculptured array, long bearded, commanding grave men in their day. But one stood dismantled and broken. It's bearded, face battered away in that city, folding no mortal I saw, but my fancy indulgent to memories law lingered long on the forms and the plazas, and I'd there Stone features with awe. I found the faint ember that glowed in my mind and strove to remember the ions behind to row with your Infiniti freely and visit the past and confined. Then the horrible warning upon my soul sped like the ominous morning that rises in red and in panic. I flew from the knowledge of terrors for gotten and dead.