Life’s fizz till the last bubble’s gone!
My early Home-good-bye!
Canto the First.
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Canto the Seventh.
I stood in London, on the bridge which lies
Tall tower and swelling dome on either hand.
From out the stream Saint Stephen’s spires arise,
St. Paul’s huge summit dominates the land;
Between them runs the noisy, wheel-worn Strand,