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The City Of Dreadful Night

The City Of Dreadful Night

Thomson, James

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Poetry CriticismGeneral PoetryGeneral World History

ISBN10: 1162690976
ISBN13: 9781162690971
Publisher: Kessinger Pub Llc
Published: Sep 10 2010
Pages: 48
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.50 Depth: 9.25
Language: English
The City of Dreadful Night is a poem written by Scottish poet James Thomson, first published in 1874. The poem is a dark and melancholic exploration of the human condition, focusing on the theme of existential despair. It is set in a fictional city, which is a metaphor for the state of mind of the speaker, who is struggling with feelings of hopelessness and isolation.The poem is divided into several sections, each of which explores a different aspect of the city and the speaker's experience within it. The city is described as a place of darkness, where the streets are empty and the buildings are crumbling. The people who inhabit the city are also depicted as being lost and hopeless, wandering aimlessly through the streets.Throughout the poem, the speaker reflects on his own life and experiences, questioning the purpose of existence and the possibility of finding meaning in a world that seems devoid of hope. He also explores the themes of death and mortality, reflecting on the inevitability of our own demise and the futility of our attempts to escape it.Overall, The City of Dreadful Night is a powerful and haunting work of poetry that explores some of the darkest aspects of the human experience. It is a reflection on the human condition that continues to resonate with readers today.A demon warder clutched me, Not so fast; First leave your hopes behind!--But years have passed Since I left all behind me, to the last: You cannot count for hope, with all your wit, This bleak despair that drives me to the Pit: How could I seek to enter void of it?This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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