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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.
What is the city but the people?
What is the city but the people?
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
The point of cities is multiplicity of choice.
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it
In the busy haunts of men.
In the busy haunts of men.
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.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
