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Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book III
John Gay
Of Walking the Streets by Night. O Trivia, goddess, leave these low abodes, And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads, Celestial queen, put on thy...Rate it:

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Trivia; or the Art of Walking the Streets of London: Book I.
John Gay
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets, and Signs of the Weather. Through winter streets to steer your courses aright, How to walk clean by da...Rate it:

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Trivia; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London (excer
John Gay
Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays The proper implements for wintry ways; Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes, To read th...Rate it:

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Verses Wrote on Her Death-Bed at Bath, to Her Husband in London
Mary Monck
Thou, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ, Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy: Thou tend'rest husband, and thou best of friends, To t...Rate it:

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West London
Matthew Arnold
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...Rate it:

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When London Calls
Victor James Daley
They leave us - artists, singers, all - When London calls aloud, Commanding to her Festival The gifted crowd. She sits beside the ship-choke...Rate it:

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Written At Camberwell, Near London, In The Study Of Mr. Wainwright
Mary Barber
Whilst happily I pass my Hours In Camberwell's delightful Bow'rs; From thence the beauteous Walks survey; Or thro' the fragrant Mazes stray; Or o'e...Rate it:

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Written in London. September, 1802
William Wordsworth
. O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; m...Rate it:

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[London, my beautiful]
F. S. Flint
London, my beautiful, it is not the sunset nor the pale green sky shimmering through the curtain of the silver birch, nor the quietness; it is not ...Rate it:

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