HOUSES, churches, mixed together, Streets unpleasant in all weather; Prisons, palaces contiguous, Gates, a bridge, the Thames irriguous. Gaudy things enough to tempt ye, Showy outsides, insides empty; Bubbles, trades, mechanic arts, Coaches, wheelbarrows and carts. Warrants, bailiffs, bills unpaid, Lords of laundresses afraid; Rogues that nightly rob and shoot men, Hangmen, aldermen and footmen. Lawyers, poets, priests, physicians, Noble, simple, all conditions: Worth beneath a threadbare cover, Villainy bedaubed all over. Women black, red, fair and grey, Prudes and such as never pray, Handsome, ugly, noisy, still, Some that will not, some that will. Many a beau without a shilling, Many a widow not unwilling; Many a bargain, if you strike it: This is London! How d'ye like it? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |