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the old name absorbs into me - MANNAHATTA, "the place encircled by many swift tides and sparkling waters. By Walt Whitman Mannahatta Waters Absorbs Place Encircled

Moorcroft with a small pasture By Lorelei James Moorcroft Pasture Small

Our large trading cities bear to me very nearly the aspect of monastic establishments in which the roar of the mill-wheel and the crane takes the place of other devotional music, and in which the worship of Mammon and Moloch is conducted with a tender reverence and an exact propriety; the merchant rising to his Mammon matins, with the self-denial of an anchorite, and expiating the frivolities into which he maybe beguiled in the course of the day by late attendance at Mammon vespers. By John Ruskin Mammon Moloch Music Propriety Matins

StocktontoMalone By Hot Rod Hundley Stocktontomalone

I am Providence, and Providence is myself together, indissolubly as one, we stand thro' the ages; a fixt monument set aeternally in the shadow of Durfee's ice-clad peak! By H.p. Lovecraft Providence Durfee Indissolubly Thro Ages

The mage leaned both hands on the table, scanning the charts splayed out on its surface. There was a map there, showing a land he could not recognize: a ragged coastline of fjords studded with cursory sketches of pine trees. Inland was a faint whitewash, as of ice or snow. A course had been plotted, striking east from the jagged shoreline, then southward across a vast ocean. The Malazan Empire purported to have world maps, but they showed nothing like the land he saw here. The Empire's claim to dominance suddenly seemed pathetic. By Steven Erikson Table Scanning Surface Mage Leaned

A land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, By Richard Adams Afternoon Land Swoon Round Coast

a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores. By George R R Martin Mullendores Butterflies Cloud

All places are filled with fools.[Lat., Stultorum plenea sunt omnia.] By Marcus Tullius Cicero Lat Stultorum Fools Omnia Places

Most of the Marois Bay scenery is simply made as a setting for the nursing of a wounded heart. The cliffs are a sombre indigo, sinister and forbidding; and even on the finest days the sea has a curious sullen look. You have only to get away from the crowd near the bathing-machines and reach one of these small coves and get your book against a rock and your pipe well alight, and you can simply wallow in misery. I have done it myself. By P.g. Wodehouse Marois Bay Heart Scenery Made

On the Jellicoe road By Mellina Fanouris Jellicoe Road

Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born) By Horace Mountains Parturient Montes Nascetur Mus

I drove out of Dartmouth and after a while Start Bay emerged out of the brightening gloom like the end of a set of parentheses in a book about the natural world. Inside the parentheses was a story about the sea. Outside them, the land: green, red and brown fields, and hills curling over the landscape. I saw small, delicate clumps of snowdrops, big rough patches of gorse, and along the thin road, houses with yellow roses and mimosa growing in their gardens. By Scarlett Thomas Dartmouth Start Bay Parentheses World

Half a capital and half a country town, the whole city leads a double existence; it has long trances of the one and flashes of the other; like the king of the Black Isles, it is half alive and half a monumental marble. By Robert Louis Stevenson Half Isles Black Town Existence

A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people. By Peter Orner Stellar Fullyrealized Stories Collection Maine

The countryside they By Karl Schroeder Countryside

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan ... By Rosita Forbes Marrakesh Leviathan Atlas Sprawling Red

The name of Italy has magic in its very syllables. By Mary Shelley Italy Syllables Magic

Marrakesh is translated from the words Mur N'Akush in the Berber language meaning "Land of God. By Jake Tour Land God Mur Berber Marrakesh

Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints ... By Erica Jong Venice City Intrigue Solid Wavering

Call it Mooristan,' Aurora told me. 'This seaside, this hill, with the fort on top. Water-gardens and hanging gardens, watchtowers and towers of silence too. Place where worlds collide, flow in and out of one another, and washofy away. Place where an air-man can drowno in water, or else grow gills; where a water-creature can get drunk, but also chokeofy, on air. By Salman Rushdie Mooristan Aurora Call Place Told

It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road. By E. M. Forster Florence Pleasant Room Bassoons Wake

A just fortune awaits the deserving.[Lat., Fors aequa merentesRespicit.] By Statius Lat Deserving Merentesrespicit Fortune Awaits

Romney Marsh remains one of the last great wildernesses of south-east England. Flat as a desert, and at times just as daunting, it is an odd, occasionally eerie wetland straddling the coastal borders of Kent and Sussex, rich in birds, local folklore and solitary medieval churches. By David Hewson England Marsh Romney Remains Great

the coast, irregular By Jules Verne Irregular Coast

Massachusetts has no idea what's coming for them. I bet you'll be the first Mae West they've ever had. By Ruta Sepetys Massachusetts Idea Coming Mae West

Situated on an island which I think it will one day cover, it rises like Venice from the sea, and like that fairest of cities in the days of her glory, receives into its lap tribute of all the riches of the earth. By Frances Trollope Venice Situated Cover Sea Glory

Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live. By Laurie Fabiano Costa Mariana Pontillo Domenico Arena

Seattle, the mild green queen: wet and willing, cedar-scented, and crowned with slough grass, her toadstool scepter tilted toward Asia, her face turned ever upward in the rain; the sovereign who washes her hands more persistently than the most fastidious proctologist. By Tom Robbins Asia Seattle Cedarscented Queen Wet

Abandoned mill that By Craig Johnson Abandoned Mill

Hand in hand with Brenda whom he'd met yesterday, Profane ran down the street. Presently, sudden and in silence, all illumination in Valletta, houselight and streetlight, was extinguished. Profane and Brenda continued to run through the abruptly absolute night, momentum alone carrying them toward the edge of Malta, and the Mediterranean beyond By Thomas Pynchon Hand Profane Brenda Yesterday Street

turnpike itself. Garraty By Richard Bachman Garraty Turnpike

Lake Winnipesaukee, he By Neil Swidey Winnipesaukee Lake

Can you work in a stop by the Miras' sometime today? By J.d. Robb Miras Today Work Stop

Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side. By Elizabeth Hoyt Seraphine Women Saints Beloved Fiery

Cybele, or the Great Mother - Magna Mater. This Cybele was supposed to have conceived a passion for a young man named Atys, and when Atys failed to respond to her advances, she became jealous. When she caught him having it off with someone else, she drove him so mad that he castrated himself. I am afraid that respectable young Londoners had celebrated their devotion to Magna Mater by doing the same - and we know this for sure because the river near London Bridge has also yielded a fearful set of serrated forceps, adorned with the heads of Eastern divinities. By Boris Johnson Mother Great Cybele Magna Mater

Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation By Veronica Roth Mart Merciless Lobby Abnegation Grand

beast. But first I detour toward the lanai and plop myself on a chaise. The sun is high up in the afternoon sky, not a cloud in sight. People have crowded the beach, just little colorful dots against the white sand. The ocean stretches as far the horizon without any islands visible ahead, By Kendal Taylor Beast Chaise Detour Lanai Plop

I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through my heart like a dream realized; its harebells, its rocks, and its rapids, are far more fixed in my memory than anything about the sea. By Lucy Larcom Merrimac Childhood Knew Realized Harebells

Three miles long and two streets wide, the town curls around the bay ... a gaudy run with Mediterranean splashes of color, crowded steep-pitched roofs, fishing piers and fishing boats whose stench of mackerel and gasoline is as aphrodisiac to the sensuous nose as the clean bar-whisky smell of a nightclub where call girls congregate. By Norman Mailer Wide Bay Miles Long Streets

After scouring the local newspaper with Oliver, a worried colleague, Patrick noticed an ad for a one-bedroom in Maehringen, a small village outside town. Oliver, flipping to the next page, dismissed it immediately, claiming it the most inconvenient village by foot or bike. But that night, newspaper in hand, Patrick said he'd found just the kind of the place we'd love. By Megan Rich Maehringen Oliver Patrick Colleague Town

jessamine. Flowering By Kathy Reichs Jessamine Flowering

Magrathea itself disappeared and its memory soon passed into the obscurity of legend. In these enlightened days, of course, no one believes a word of By Douglas Adams Magrathea Legend Disappeared Memory Passed

THE OLD COUNTRY, 1731 F By J.r. Ward Country

Welcome, welcome to Caraval! The grandest show on land or by sea. Inside you'll experience more wonders than most people see in a lifetime. You can sip magic from a cup and buy dreams in a bottle. But before you fully enter into our world, you must remember it's all a game. By Stephanie Garber Caraval Sea Grandest Show Land

Her name was Marroca, probably her maiden name, and she pronounced it as though it had fifteen r's in it. By Guy De Maupassant Marroca Maiden Pronounced Fifteen

The real reason I love Bamburgh is that it's the only place in the world where I ever truly relax. By Kevin Whately Bamburgh Relax Real Reason Love

Salem"In salem seasick spindrift drifts or skipsto the canvas flapping on the seaward panesuntil the knitting sailor stabs at shipsnosing like sheep of Morpheus through his brain's asylum. Seaman, seaman, how the draftlashes the oily slick about your head,beating up whitecaps! Seaman, Charon's raftdumps its damned goods into the harbor-bed,--There sewage sickens the rebellious seas.Remember, seaman, Salem fishermanOnce hung their nimble fleets on the Great Banks.Where was it that New England bred the menwho quartered the Leviathan's fat flanksand fought the British Lion to his knees? By Robert Lowell Seaman Morpheus Salem Asylum Seasick

Approaching the marina entrance, By Emily March Approaching Entrance Marina

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya. By Ron A Swan Philadelphia Death Pens Hang

Irrationally, Mosca felt she should have inherited her father's intimate knowledge of Mandelion. His throwaway comments about the city should have magically meshed in her mind, giving her a faultless instinct for finding her way around. By Frances Hardinge Mosca Mandelion Irrationally Felt Inherited

Perugia is my true fatherland because there I grew to manhood. By Pietro Aretino Perugia Manhood True Fatherland Grew

As I was a stranger in Olondria, I knew nothing of the splendour of its coasts, nor of Bain, the Harbour City, whose lights and colours spill into the ocean like a cataract of roses. I did not know the vastness of the spice markets of Bain, where the merchants are delirious with scents, I had never seen the morning mists adrift above the surface of the green Illoun, of which the poets sing; I had never seen a woman with gems in her hair, nor observed the copper glinting of the domes, nor stood upon the melancholy beaches of the south while the wind brought in the sadness from the sea. Deep within the Fayaleith, the Country of the Wines, the clarity of light can stop the heart: it is the light the local people call 'the breath of angels' ... By Sofia Samatar Bain Olondria City Harbour Light

In memory Venice is always magic. By Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Venice Magic Memory

I have gained very great inspiration from the Cornish land- and seascape, the horizontal line of the sea and the quality of light and colour which reminds me of the Mediterranean light and colour which so excites one's sense of form; and first and last there is the human figure which in the country becomes a free and moving part of a greater whole. This relationship between figure and landscape is vitally important to me. I cannot feel it in a city. By Barbara Hepworth Colour Light Cornish Mediterranean Figure

Malta is a sod of a place. By David Niven Malta Place Sod

In this state, drugged by the rainy dusk, she almost always returned with sensual closeness to seaside childhood; once more she felt her heels in the pudding-softness of the hot tarred esplanade or her bare arm up to the elbow in rain-wet tamarisk. She smelt the shingle and heard it being sucked by the sea. By Elizabeth Bowen State Drugged Dusk Childhood Tamarisk

Providence is like a curious piece of tapestry made of a thousand shreds, which, single, appear useless, but put together, they represent a beautiful history to the eye. By John Flavel Single Providence Shreds Useless Eye

We residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little - handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get 'done' and 'through' and go somewhere else. The result is they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl. By E. M. Forster Florence Rome Baedeker Venice Handed

the Muscatonic Summer Music By Carolyn Keene Music Muscatonic Summer

Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.[Lat., An erit, qui velle recusetOs populi meruisse? et cedro digna locutusLinquere, nec scombros metuentia carmina nec thus.] By Aulus Persius Flaccus Lat Lives Applause Times Frankincense

If the Emyn Muil lie before us, then we can abandon these cockle-boats, and strike westward and southward, until we come to the Entwash and cross into my own land. By J.r.r. Tolkien Emyn Muil Entwash Cockleboats Southward

Where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame. Massachusetts, Connecticut River, and Boston Bay, you think paltry places, and the ear loves names of foreign and classic topography. But here we are; and, if we tarry a little, we may come to learn that here is best. See to it, only, that thyself is here;and art and nature, hope and fate, friends, angels, and the Supreme Being, shall not absent from the chamber where thou sittest. By Ralph Waldo Emerson Muses Sojourn Fame Heart Gods

Ambas and Bobia Islands are perfect gems of beauty. Mondoleh I cannot say I admire. It always looks to me exactly like one of those flower-stands full of ferns and plants - the sort you come across in drawing rooms at home, with wire-work legs. I do not mean that Mondoleh has wire-work legs under water, but it looks as if it might have. By Mary Kingsley Bobia Islands Ambas Beauty Perfect

Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia By Jennifer L. Armentrout West Virginia Charleston Gods

Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away. By Madison Cawein Enchantment Hesperides Dips Barge Seas

Game recognize game in The Bay mane. By Jt The Bigga Figga Bay Mane Game Recognize

Mosca had been so busy working the oars of her little plan that she had failed to see the iceberg upon which it was doomed to founder. And now here it was in front of her, a towering glacial mountain of selfishness, and she could not understand how she could have missed it. How vast was it? How far beneath the surface did it go? By Frances Hardinge Mosca Founder Busy Working Oars

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla? By L.m. Montgomery

Bahia Mar marina, Fort Lauderdale. By Ted Bell Fort Lauderdale Mar Bahia Marina

This Side of Paradise By F Scott Fitzgerald Paradise Side

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me! By Walt Whitman South Magnetsouth Glistening Perfumed Mettle

Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces By Virgil Calabri Mantua Pastures Parthenope Birth

Bellport. A podium. By Nora Ephron Bellport Podium

NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT By Andrew Britton Connecticut Milford

the wizard prison, By J.k. Rowling Prison Wizard

Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song. By William Butler Yeats Heart Desire Land Ebb Decay

The Caddo Bayou Marina. By Emily March Marina Caddo Bayou

This here is: JESUS LAND By Julia Scheeres Jesus Land

A map of Esmeralda should include, marked in different colored inks, all these routes, solid and liquid, evident and hidden. It is more difficult to fix on the map the routes of the swallows, who cut the air over the roofs, dropping long invisible parabolas with their still wings, darting to gulp a mosquito, spiraling upward, grazing a pinnacle, dominating from every point of their airy paths all the points of the city. By Italo Calvino Esmeralda Include Marked Inks Solid

Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at. By John Evelyn Garden Mulberry Place Refreshment Town

The Monmouth-Ocean area is ... always in the best-areas-to-live lists. By Brian Boyle Lists Monmouthocean Area

Rememberatorium), By Robert Sheckley Rememberatorium

The town was a series of dark shapes with edges picked out in moonlight; sloping rooves and gables, balconies and gutters met one another in a chaotic, shadowed jumble. Behind him, the far-flung darkness of what must be the great northern forests. And to the south ... to the south, past the dark shapes of the city, past the lightly wooded hills and rich central provinces of Vere, lay the border, prickling with true castles, Ravenel, Fortaine, Marlas ... and across the border Delpha, and home. By C.s. Pacat Moonlight Sloping Gables Balconies Chaotic

A town loved with bitter love. By Anna Akhmatova Love Town Loved Bitter

Behold Vo Mimbre," Mandorallen proclaimed with pride, "queen of cities. Upon that rock the tide of Angarak crashed and recoiled and crashed again. Upon this field met they their ruin. The soul and pride of Arendia doth reside within that fortress and the power of the Dark One may not prevail against it.""We've been here before, Mendorallen," Mister Wolf said sourly. By David Eddings Mimbre Mandorallen Behold Queen Cities

Roberta Marieschi By Donna Leon Marieschi Roberta

Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of alltoo fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proudpromontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay, onthe weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on thequiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness thevoice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to thestormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea. By James Joyce Mary Sea Howth Sandymount Strand

Beautiful city! ... spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age ... her ineffable charm ... Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic! By Matthew Arnold Beautiful City Age Middle Spreading

O enchanted land of my childhood, a cultural petri dish from which regularly issues forth greatness. New Jersey, in case you didn't know it, has got beaches. And they're not all crawling with roid-raging trolls with reality shows. I grew up summering on those beaches and they are awesome. Jersey's got farmland, beautiful bedroom communities where that woman from "Real Housewives" who looks like Dr. Zaius does not live nor anyone like her. Even the refineries, the endless cloverleaves of turnpikes and expressway twisting and unknowable patterns over the wetlands that are to me somehow beautiful. To know Jersey is to love her. By Anthony Bourdain Childhood Greatness Jersey Enchanted Land

Carquinez Strait By David Downing Strait Carquinez

what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make! By Rashmi Bansal Cremica Britannia Parle Make

Come one, come all! Prepare to be amazed by the one, the only - Mairelon the Magician! By Patricia C. Wrede Mairelon Magician Prepare Amazed

India Lima Yankee By Teresa Mummert Yankee Lima India

Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony's terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness. By D.h. Lawrence Etna Stromboli Messina Volcanoes Terror

Moriston House is really quite beautiful. No wonder everyone wants to be murdered here.--Roberta "Bobbie" Aldridge By Jennifer A. Girardin Roberta Bobbie Aldridge House Moriston

Blissful Islands By Friedrich Nietzsche Islands Blissful

A city of light and music, watched over by an alabaster castle with an opal tower so bright it could be viewed for miles. The By Sarah J. Maas Music Watched Miles City Light

There is no city on Earth quite like Charleston. From the time I first came there in 1961, it's held me in its enchanter's power, the wordless articulation of its singularity, its withheld and magical beauty. Wandering through its streets can be dreamlike and otherworldly, its alleyways and shortcuts both fragrant and mysterious, yet as haunted as time turned in on itself. By Pat Conroy Charleston Earth City Time Power

La mer is so much greater, so much grander than any petty human passion. It is itself, with no apologies and no explanations." Rosalind By Elaine Leclaire Greater Passion Mer Grander Petty