No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more

No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.

Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.

Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life read more

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford

Even cities have their graves!

Even cities have their graves!

Every man cannot go to Corinthum.
[Lat., Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.]

Every man cannot go to Corinthum.
[Lat., Non cuivis homini contingit adire Corinthum.]

He [Caesar Augustus] found a city built of brick; he left it
built of marble.
[Lat., Urbem lateritiam read more

He [Caesar Augustus] found a city built of brick; he left it
built of marble.
[Lat., Urbem lateritiam accepit, mamoream relinquit.]

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And read more

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.

Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High read more

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.