I would help finance the aldermanic campaigns of people who […] .

the tower is completely taller than my head and also quite teetery

The city, there, of the Cimmerians stands With clouds and darkness veil’d, on whom the sun Deigns not to look with his beam-darting eye,

In springtime the ruins are a blaze of contrapuntal colour: wild gladioli of magenta, bright yellow inulas and spiky acanthus thrust up among sarcophagi carpeted with tiny blue saxifrage and sprawled over by convolvulus with great pink trumpets.