London is a roost for every bird.

London is a roost for every bird.

A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
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A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
On a fool's head--and there is London Town.

Then in town let me live, and in town let me die
For I own I can't relish the read more

Then in town let me live, and in town let me die
For I own I can't relish the country, not I.
If I must have a villa in summer to dwell,
Oh give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall.

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a read more

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring
rash.

The lungs of London. (Parks)

The lungs of London. (Parks)

I came to Gotham, where I saw many who were fools, if not all.
[Lat., Veni Gotham, ubi multos,
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I came to Gotham, where I saw many who were fools, if not all.
[Lat., Veni Gotham, ubi multos,
Si non omnes, vidi stultos.]

The way was long and weary,
But gallantly they strode,
A country lad and lassie,
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The way was long and weary,
But gallantly they strode,
A country lad and lassie,
Along the heavy road.
The night was dark and stormy,
But blithe of heart were they,
For shining in the distance
The lights of London lay.
O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the city's crown;
What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London Town!

London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

London is the clearing-house of the world.

London is the clearing-house of the world.