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			 He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.  
	 He was born within the sound of Bow-bell. 
		
 
	
			 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 a roost for every bird.  
	 London is a roost for every bird. 
		
 
	
			 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. 
		
 
	
			 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 lungs of London. (Parks)  
	 The lungs of London. (Parks) 
		
 
	
			 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. 
		
 
	
			 London is the clearing-house of the world.  
	 London is the clearing-house of the world. 
		
 
	
			 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.