Top 100 Poems About: LONDON

In this page, poems on / about “london” are listed.
  • 1.

    I wandered through each chartered street,
    Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
    A mark in every face I meet, read more »

    William Blake
  • 2.
    A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

    Never until the mankind making
    Bird beast and flower
    Fathering and all humbling darkness
    Tells with silence the last light breaking read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 3.
    A Wife In London (December, 1899)

    I--The Tragedy

    She sits in the tawny vapour
       That the City lanes have uprolled, read more »

    Thomas Hardy
  • 4.
    A March Day In London

    The east wind blows in the street to-day;
    The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
    'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
    Of cold despair and of hot desire, read more »

    Amy Levy
  • 5.
    London, 1802

    Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
    England hath need of thee: she is a fen
    Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
    Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 6.
    East London

    'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
    Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
    And the pale weaver, through his windows seen
    In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited. read more »

    Matthew Arnold
  • 7.
    In A London Drawingroom

    The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
    For view there are the houses opposite
    Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
    Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch read more »

    George Eliot
  • 8.
    A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.

    They have watered the street,
    It shines in the glare of lamps,
    Cold, white lamps,
    And lies read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 9.
    A London Fête

    All night fell hammers, shock on shock;
    With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd:
    The scaffold built, at eight o'clock read more »

    Coventry Patmore
  • 10.
    London In July

    What ails my senses thus to cheat?
    What is it ails the place,
    That all the people in the street
    Should wear one woman's face? read more »

    Amy Levy
  • 11.
    La Paloma In London

    About Soho we went before the light;
    We went, unresting six, craving new fun,
    New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night
    Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done. read more »

    Claude McKay
  • 12.
    West London

    Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square
    A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied;
    A babe was in her arms, and at her side
    A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare. read more »

    Matthew Arnold
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