Welcome alternative to the preachiness of Wordsworth!
"An indistinguishable world to men,
The slaves unrespited of low pursuits,
Living amid the same perpetual flow
Of trivial objects" etc.
(How much more genial is Lamb's view! How obviously it would be Lamb one would choose for a drinking companion in London.)
A city aesthetic evolved. But of course city-livers do not go around thrilling to the city anymore than farmworkers thrill to the country. It is not the Manhattanite in 'On the Town' who sings New York New York! It is the rubbernecking provincials who have just docked; it is the out-of-towner who sings 'On Broadway'
Most of us, most of the time, take the city for granted. Indeed, like the Sorrentine peasant we might show whatever would be the urban equivalent of work-roughened hands and say it is not beautiful to he who works it.