poet William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley

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London Types:

Time, the old humourist, has a trick to-day
Of moving landmarks and of levelling down,
Till into Town the Suburbs edge their way,
And in the Suburbs you may scent the Town.
With Mount Street thus approaching Muswell Hill,
And Clapham Common marching with the Mile,
You get a Hammersmith that fills the bill,
A Hampstead with a serious sense of style.
So this fair creature, pictured in The Row,
As one of that 'gay adulterous world,' whose round
Is by the Serpentine, as well would show,
And might, I deem, as readily be found
On Streatham's Hill, or Wimbledon's, or where
Brixtonian kitchens lard the late-dining air.

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (10/2/2017 12:56:00 PM)

    Till into Town the Suburbs edge their way,
    And in the Suburbs you may scent the Town.
    Nice imagery.

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