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.

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

God made the country, and man made the town.

God made the country, and man made the town.

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.

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.]

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.

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

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.

When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.

When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.