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“The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.”

Quote by Arthur Symons

Book:Cities and Sea-Coasts and Islands

Work

Cities and Sea-Coasts and Islands

This book delves into the intricate relationships between cities, sea-coasts, and islands, examining their unique characteristics and environmental interactions. more

Author

Arthur Symons was an English poet born on February 28, 1865, and died on January 22, 1945. His poetry is known for its unique style and pursuit of beauty. more

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“All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices.”

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“The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of stone,The long hotel, acutely white,Against the after-sunset lightWithers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.”

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Author:Arthur Symons

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Source: The collected works of Arthur Symons

“My life is like a music-hall,Where, in the impotence of rage,Chained by enchantment to my stall,I see myself upon the stageDance to amuse a music-hall.”

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Source: Arthur Symons: Selected Writings

“The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.”

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