O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the city's crown.
What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London Town.
George Robert Sims
How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost walk through its streets perpetually.William Butler Yeats
It is difficult to speak adequately or justly of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy or exempt from reproach. t is only magnificent.Henry James
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