Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . I I 148. UP AT A VILLA—DOWN IN THE CITY UP AT A VILLA-IN DOWN IN THE CITY (as distinguished BV an ITALIANPERSON OF quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the , such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there! II Something to see, by Bacchus, something to hear, at least!There, the whole day long, ones life is a perfect feast;While up at a villa one lives, I maintain it, no more than a beast. Ill Well now, look at our villa! stuck like the hor
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . I I 148. UP AT A VILLA—DOWN IN THE CITY UP AT A VILLA-IN DOWN IN THE CITY (as distinguished BV an ITALIANPERSON OF quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the , such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there! II Something to see, by Bacchus, something to hear, at least!There, the whole day long, ones life is a perfect feast;While up at a villa one lives, I maintain it, no more than a beast. Ill Well now, look at our villa! stuck like the horn of a bullJust on a mountains edge as bare as the creatures a mere shag of a bush with hardly a leaf to pull!—I scratch my own, sometimes, to see if the hair s turnedwool, IV But the city, oh the city—the square with the houses ! Why?They are stone-faced, white as a curd, there s something to take the eye!Houses in four straight lines, not a single front awry!You watch who crosses and gossips, who saunters, who hurries by: 149 UP AT A VILLA—DOWN
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