The City of Dreadful Night

It is full strange to him who hears and feels, When wandering there in some deserted street, The booming and the jar of ponderous wheels, The trampling clash of heavy ironshod f...

Sola nel mondo eterna, a cui si volve Ogni creata cosa, In te, morte, si posa Nostra ignuda natura; Lieta no, ma sicura Dell' antico dolor . . . Pero ch' esser beato Nega ai mor...

And even thus, what weary way were planned, To seek oblivion through the far-off gate Of birth, when that of death is close at hand! 75 For this is law, if law there be in Fate:...