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- PICCADILLY! Shops, palaces, bustle, and
- The whirring of wheels, and the murmur of trees;
- By night or by day, whether noisy or stilly,
- Whatever my mood is, I love Piccadilly.
- Wet nights, when the gas on the pavement is streaming,
- And young Love is watching, and old Love is dreaming,
- And Beauty is whirling to conquest, where shrilly
- Cremona makes nimble thy toes, Piccadilly!
- Bright days, when a stroll is my afternoon wont
- And I meet all the people I do know, or don't:
- Here is jolly old Brown, and his fair daughter Lillie --
- No wonder, young Pilgrim, you like Piccadilly!
- See yonder pair riding, how fondly they saunter,
- She smiles on her poet, whose heart's in a canter!
- Some envy her spouse, and some covet her filly,
- He envies them both, -- he's an ass, Piccadilly!
- Now were I such a bride, with a slave at my feet,
- I would choose me a house in my favourite street;
- Yes or no -- I would carry my point, willy-nilly:
- If "no," -- pick a quarrel; if "yes" -- Piccadilly!
- From Primrose balcony, long ages ago,
- "Old Q." sat at gaze, -- who now passes below?
- A frolicsome statesman, the Man of the Day,
- A laughing philosopher, gallant and gay;
- Never darling of fortune more manfully trod,
- Full of years, full of fame, and the world at his nod,
- Can the thought reach his heart, and then leave it more chilly --
- Old P. or old Q., -- "I must quit Piccadilly?"
- Life is chequer'd; a patchwork of smiles and of frowns;
- We value its ups, let us muse on its downs;
- There's a side that is bright, it will then turn us t'other,
- One turn, if a good one, deserves yet another.
- These downs are delightful, these ups are not hilly, --
- Let us try one more turn ere we quit Piccadilly.
- Frederick Locker-Lampson
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