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- London, thou art the flower of cities all!
- Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.
WILLIAM DUNBAR, London
In London, love and scandal are considered the best sweeteners of tea.
- I journeyed to London, to the timekept City,
- Where the River flows, with foreign flotations.
- There I was told: we have too many churches,
- And too few chop-houses.
This melancholy London -- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS, letter to Katharine Tynan, Aug. 25, 1888
- There's a hole in the world
- Like a great black pit
- And the vermin of the world
- Inhabit it ...
- And it goes by the name of London.
STEPHEN SONDHEIM, Sweeney Todd
The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.
London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Conduct of Life
- A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
- Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
- Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
- In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
- Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
- On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
- A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
- On a fool's head--and there is London Town.
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