1. THE CITY AND THE BOOK V THE 80 AMERICANS OF THE SWISS-OWNED SO-CALLED ‘ENGLISH’ CEMETERY

3. They say Ideal Beauty cannot enter The house of anguish. On the threshold stands An alien Image with the shackled hands, Called the Greek Slave: as if the sculptor meant her, (That passionless perfection which he lent her, Shadowed, not darkened, where the sill expands) To, so, confront men’s crimes in different lands, With man’s ideal sense. Pierce to the centre, Art’s fiery finger! – and break up erelong The serfdom of this world! Appeal, fair stone, From God’s pure heights of beauty, against man’s wrong! Catch up in thy divine face, not alone East griefs but west, - and strike and shame the strong, By thunders of white silence, overthrown!

4. IN MEMORY OF HENRY FLORENCE INFANT SON OF JOHN A.G. AND SUSAN M. GRAY OF NEW YORK DIED IN THIS THE CITY OF HIS BIRTH FEBRUARY 19 1855 AGED 9 MONTHS & 23 DAYS FARE THEE WELL OUR YOUNGEST TREASURE ON THE SOIL THAT GAVE THEE BIRTH BY THE RIPPLING ARNO'S WATER REST THEE IN ITALIA'S EARTH WHILE THE MEMORY OF THY SWEETNESS CHEERS A DISTANT HOME AND HEARTH CHEERS US WHILE OUR SAD HEARTS TELL THE DEAR LORD DOETH ALL THINGS WELL

7. The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I've known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I've known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.