LONDON
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Lo, where huge London, huger day by day,
O'er six fair counties spreads it hideous sway!—ALFRED AUSTIN, The Golden Age
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As I came down the Highgate Hill
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met the sun's bravado,
And saw below me, fold on fold
Grey to pearl and pearl to gold,
This London like a land of old,
The land of Eldorado.—H. H. BASHFORD, Romance
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London is the clearing-house the world.—JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN
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Let but thy wicked men from out thee go,
And all the fools that crowd thee so,
Even thou, who dost thy millions boast,
A village less than Islington will grow,
A solitude almost.—ABRAHAM COWLEY, Of Solitude
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The finest thing in London is the Bobby;
Benignant information is his hobby.—ARTHUR GUITERMAN, The Lyric Baedeker
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When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.—SAMUEL JOHNSON, Boswell: Life
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Oh London Town's a fine town, and London sights are rare,
And London ale is right ale, and brisk's the London air.—JOHN MASEFIELD, London Town
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Dear, damn'd, distracting town.—POPE, A Farewell to London
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I hope to see London once ere I die.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV
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In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow
At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore
Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.—SHELLEY
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