Upon Westminster Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair;
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This city now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning, silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie:
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock or hill,
Ne'er saw I. never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will,
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep,
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
In 1947 Hubert Gregg wrote the music hall song, Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner,in a different style he echoed Wordsworth's poem. There she was battered and bruised and still greatly loved. I always feel London is more of a masculine city while Paris is more feminine, but in the song London is a she.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, Hubert Gregg, 1947
London isn't everybody's cup of teaOften you hear visitors complain
Noisy, smoky city but it seems to me
There's a magic in the fog and rain.
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London so
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I think of her
Wherever I go
I get a funny feeling inside of me
While walking up and down
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London town.
People take to saying as the years go by
London isn't London anymore
People may be changing but this town and I
We are even closer than before.
Claude Monet went to live in London around 1871 and often painted along the banks of the River Thames |
From 1900 to 1903 Monet spends the winter months in London and expresses his love for the city, most of all when it is wrapped in fog. |
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