"three times randolph carter dreamed of the marvellous city and three times was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terrace above it. all golden and lovely it blazed in the sunset, with wall, temples, collonade and arched bridges of veined marble, silver basined fountains of prismatic spray in broad squares and perfumed gardens, and wide streets marching between delicate trees and blossom laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while on steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and old peaked gables harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles."
h.p.lovecraft, the dreamquest of unknown kadath.
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