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!
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London is the clearing-house of the world.
London is the clearing-house of the world.
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.
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.]
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.
The lungs of London. (Parks)
The lungs of London. (Parks)
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.
London is a roost for every bird.
London is a roost for every bird.
As I came down the Highgate Hill,
The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill,
As I came down read more
As I came down the Highgate Hill,
The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill,
As I came down the Highgate Hill
I met the sun's bravado,
And saw below me, fold on fold,
Grey to pearl and pearl to gold,
This London like a land of old,
The land of Eldorado.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
