London Poems

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
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Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
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Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
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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! '
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On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
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I.
ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
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The brazen winds
Swipe across the sea of mint
Opening the bizarre night of sin
Leaving no hint
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Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
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'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.
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I--The Tragedy

She sits in the tawny vapour
   That the City lanes have uprolled,
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'Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis
vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:
Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.'
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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.
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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
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Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,
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Has anybody seen my mouse?

I opened his box for half a minute,
Just to make sure he was really in it,
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Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!
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NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
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If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
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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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