The graceful Georgian streets and squares, a series of steel engravings under a wet sky.

The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.

I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that one meets

I love walking along Leith's waterfront and wandering around some of New Town's beautiful streets and squares, with their gorgeous Georgian architecture.

From hyperborean skies Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.

Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts.