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What is the city but the people?
What is the city but the people?
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.
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.]
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the read more
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth, nor blest abode
But the hope, the burning hope, and the road, the lonely road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking cities that we shall never find.
Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in read more
Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this
can be effected by men residing in the city.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
Petite ville, grand renom.
Small town, great renown.
