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I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
'Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay! '
ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
The brazen winds
Swipe across the sea of mint
Opening the bizarre night of sin
Leaving no hint
'Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis
vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:
Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.'
The bows glided down, and the coast
Blackened with birds took a last look
At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye;
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.
She sits in the tawny vapour
That the City lanes have uprolled,
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Something strange is creeping across me.
La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars
Of "I Thought about You" or something mellow from
Amadigi di Gaula for everything--a mint-condition can
Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,
Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
Has anybody seen my mouse?
I opened his box for half a minute,
Just to make sure he was really in it,
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,
In places like
In places like
If ever I dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed
By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,
There seeking a long sanctuary at last,
I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go
And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow
And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat
And believe me if I tell you I have earned the bread I eat.
The most beautiful city London is the capital of England and United Kingdom.
It is situated in the South Eastern England on the biggest river Thames.
Magnificent houses of parliament stood in the heart of the city with freedom.
Parliament is made up of the house of common and house of lords and it makes laws.
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