Lines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEG DCDC DHDH IJIJ DCDC AKAK LKLK MNMO PDPD PHPH DLDL QLQL RSRS| When London was a little town | A |
| Lean by the river's marge | B |
| The poet paced it with a frown | A |
| He thought it very large | B |
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| He loved bright ship and pointing steeple | C |
| And bridge with houses loaded | D |
| And priests and many coloured people | C |
| But ah they were not woaded | D |
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| Not all the walls could shed the spell | E |
| Of meres and marshes green | F |
| Nor any chaffering merchant tell | E |
| The beauty that had been | G |
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| The crying birds at fall of night | D |
| The fisher in his coracle | C |
| And grim on Ludgate's windy height | D |
| An oak tree and an oracle | C |
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| Sick for the past his hair he rent | D |
| And dropt a tear in season | H |
| If he had cause for his lament | D |
| We have much better reason | H |
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| For now the fields and paths he knew | I |
| Are coffined all with bricks | J |
| The lucid silver stream he knew | I |
| Runs slimy as the Styx | J |
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| North and south and east and west | D |
| Far as the eye can travel | C |
| Earth with a sombre web is drest | D |
| That nothing can unravel | C |
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| And we must wear as black a frown | A |
| Wail with as keen a woe | K |
| That London was a little town | A |
| Five hundred years ago | K |
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| Yet even this place of steamy stir | L |
| This pit of belch and swallow | K |
| With chrism of gold and gossamer | L |
| The elements can hallow | K |
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| I have a room in Chancery Lane | M |
| High in a world of wires | N |
| Whence fall the roofs a ragged plain | M |
| Wooded with many spires | O |
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| There in the dawns of summer days | P |
| I stand and there behold | D |
| A city veiled in rainbow haze | P |
| And spangled all with gold | D |
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| The breezes waft abroad the rays | P |
| Shot by the waking sun | H |
| A myriad chimneys softly blaze | P |
| A myriad shadows run | H |
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| Round the wide rim in radiant mist | D |
| The gentle suburbs quiver | L |
| And nearer lies the shining twist | D |
| Of Thames a holy river | L |
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| Left and right my vision drifts | Q |
| By yonder towers I linger | L |
| Where Westminster's cathedral lifts | Q |
| Its belled Byzantine finger | L |
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| And here against my perch d home | R |
| Where hold wise converse daily | S |
| The loftier and the lesser dome | R |
| St Paul's and the Old Bailey | S |
John Collings Squire, Sir
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