This evil had been felt and lamented, at least three times a day, by Isabella since her residence in Bath; and she was now fated to feel and lament it once more, for at the very moment of coming opposite to Union Passage, and within view of the two gentlemen who were proceeding through the crowds, and threading the gutters of that interesting alley, they were prevented crossing by the approach of a gig, driven along on bad pavement by a most knowing-looking coachman with all the vehemence that c
The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth, it has no time to flow down the spout.
The one time of the year when Chinatown bursts open is during the Chinese New Year festival, held each year on the first full moon after January 19, when a giant dragon runs down Mott Street to the accompaniment of firecrackers, and the gutters run with ceremonial dyes.
The one time of the year when Chinatown bursts open is during the Chinese New Year festival, held each year on the first full moon after January 19, when a giant dragon runs down Mott Street to the accompaniment of firecrackers, and the gutters run with ceremonial dyes.
The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth, it has no time to flow down the spout.
All around, the nighborhood of roofs, black-tarred and A-framed, and in their gutters, the balls that never came back down to earth.
They sat in the laps of their burqa-clad mothers alongside gutters at busy street corners and chanted "Bakhshesh, bakhshesh!
Sleep is a map of glass, No matter where it leads, You are lost; The night may speak to you with its wings, Its songs made of silk, Yet you know only your dreams, Of walking where the streets are water, Copper gutters dripping, their blue light through the halo of gas lamps, You following the rhythm of boot heels, As lightning soundlessly cracks the fragile sky—---- All is forgotten now; The glass darkens, the mute stars, Show where you have been,
I was chasing him through neighborhoods, hopping gutters, weaving through narrow streets.
The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.
On the day water covered the gutters outside, my father decided we would have to seek shelter in the tents on the hill.
How the street must have looked when the houses had all gable roofs, open staircases, and gutters with dragons at the spout.
