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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He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
The lungs of London. (Parks)
The lungs of London. (Parks)
London is a roost for every bird.
London is a roost for every bird.
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.
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.
London! the needy villain's general home,
The common sewer of Paris and of Rome!
With eager thirst, read more
London! the needy villain's general home,
The common sewer of Paris and of Rome!
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
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.]
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 the clearing-house of the world.
London is the clearing-house of the world.
