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Lord Alfred Tennyson

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Beautiful City

Beautiful city
 
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
   humanity,
How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution
Roll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity!

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