Quote#Wisdom
The street-lamps burn amidst the baleful glooms
Quote byJames Thomson · 1834–1882
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The City of Dreadful Night (1870–74), Part I.
English (original)
The street-lamps burn amidst the baleful glooms, Amidst the soundless solitudes immense Of ranged mansions dark and still as tombs.
— James Thomson
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