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" 3 The old Roman name of London. LIGHT VERSE 39 Amid a silence so profound, It made the senses thrill, That 'twas no place inhabited, But some vast city of the dead, All was so hushed and still. THE BURNING. As Chaos, which, by heavenly doom, Had slept in everlasting gloom, Started with terror and surprise When light first flash'd upon her eyes : So London's sons in nightcap woke, In bedgown woke her dames ; For shouts were heard 'mid fire and smoke, And twice ten hundred voices spoke, ' The p...layhouse is in flames ! ' And lo ! where Catherine Street extends, A fiery tail its lustre lends To every window-pane ; Blushes each spout in Martlet Court, And Barbican, moth-eaten fort, And Covent Garden kennels sport A bright ensanguin'd drain ; Meux's new brewhouse shows the light, Rowland Hill's chapel, and the height Where patent shot they sell ; The Tennis Court, so fair and tall, Partakes the ray, with Surgeons' Hall, The Ticket Porters' House of Call, Old Bedlam, close by London Wall, Wright's shrimp and oyster shop withal, And Richardson's Hotel, 4 o LIGHT VERSE Nor these alone, but far and wide, Across red Thames's gleaming lide, To distant fields, the blaze was borne, And daisy white and hoary thorn In borrow'd lustre seem to sham The rose or red sweet Wil-li-am.
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