Quotes About Town

On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had just made a second La Rochelle of it.

Thus, then, on the 20th of August, 1672, as we have already stated in the beginning of this chapter, the whole town was crowding towards the Buytenhof, to witness the departure of Cornelius de Witt from prison, as he was going to exile; and to see what traces the torture of the rack had left on the noble frame of the man who knew his Horace so well.

There seemed to be handfuls of stars tossed right above the rooftops in Haddan, keeping the town still alight at midnight.

In our town there is a secret spot where you can still see the stars at night, believe it or not. It is the only spot like that left, unclouded by the dwindling skyscrapers rising nearby. It is a good place to go to walk and talk in whispers. Following the little hill that rises from the park to a small clearing which overlooks the statue of the armless general on his bronze steed, most of us later remember this spot as the first place we knew we might be in love.

When I'm in town on Sundays, I sometimes go down to the Central Bar in the East Village to watch English football. But my natural inclination now is to get in the car with my wife and kids and get out of town.

The town itself is disagreeable; but then, all around, you find an inexpressible beauty of nature.

I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.

An ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days High tide and the heron dived when I took the road Over the border And the gates Of the town closed as the town awoke.

While from a proud tower in the townDeath looks gigantically down.

New York, New York,A helluva town.The Bronx is up and the Battery's down,And people ride in a hole in the ground.New York, New York,It's a helluva town!

The king sits in Dunfermline townDrinking the blude-red wine.

In Scarlet town, where I was born,There was a fair maid dwellin',Made every youth cry Well-a-day!Her name was Barbara Allen.All in the merry month of May,When green buds they were swellin',Young Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay,For love of Barbara Allen.

Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark,The beggars are coming to town;Some in rags, some in tags,And some in velvet gowns.

Tell tale tit,Your tongue shall be slit,And all the dogs in our townShall have a bit.

The lion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;The lion beat the unicornAll round about the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum cake,And sent them out of town.

Good-bye, fare you well!We're homeward bound for New York town,Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound!

The French tried to disappear into the crowds but were identified by being forced to exclaim the Flemish oath "Schild en Vriendt" (buckler and friend). Many of the town's ruling class - who, although bilingual, perhaps did not have good enough Flemish accents – perished, too.

a splendid treat for the Mexican children who came weekly in school busses from the north end of town.

Man, driving through town tonight brought back a lot of memories," Marshall says, lowering his voice. "I've been through a lot of shit, man. If I sit and think back on it, it's really fucked up. I mean, all my life has been fucked up.

At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into the ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles. Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country.

your father is in town trying the telegraph office, though I assured him that'll be as profitable as trying to pick feathers out of molasses.