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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE MILE END ROAD, by AMY LEVY Poet's Biography
First Line: How like her! But 'tis she herself
Last Line: My only love was dead.
Subject(s): London
First Line: How like her! But 'tis she herself
Last Line: My only love was dead.
Subject(s): London
How like her! But 'tis she herself,
Comes up the crowded street,
How little did I think, the morn,
My only love to meet!
Who else that motion and that mien?
Whose else that airy tread?
For one strange moment I forgot
My only love was dead.
Other Poems of Interest...
LONDON LYRICS: PROLOGUE by THOMAS ASHE
THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON
THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: MAY. THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT
A LONDON THOROUGHFARE, 2 A.M. by AMY LOWELL
SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD
A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG
LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE
A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY
EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY