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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Landau</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winter fogs roll in from the Thames<br>While frost forms up on the eaves, <br>The damp will settle in aching bones, <br>While the trees are bereft of leaves; <br>The streets were stark in the old East End<br>A footfall echoed and died, <br>And nights when the homes were shuttered in<br>They listened to wheels outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Landau, black as the devil's sin<br>And drawn by a single horse, <br>Rolled slowly up to The Black Dog Inn<br>By the side of the watercourse, <br>When out there came from the bawdy house<br>In black from her head to tail, <br>A dollymop with a nosegay, <br>Wearing a bonnet, black, with a veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd climb up into the Landau while<br>The coachman, clad in a cloak, <br>Would give one flick with the reins, <br>And pull on the bit ‘til the horse had choked, <br>He'd take them off with a clatter<br>Wheels a-rattle on cobblestones, <br>His eyes agleam like a demon<br>While he whipped the horse to the bone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse's hooves on the cobbles<br>Warned ahead through the fog and mist, <br>As people cowered in doorways<br>Shouted a curse as the Landau passed, <br>They followed the glow of the gaslamps<br>Shedding their weak and feeble light, <br>And raced by the mighty river<br>Into the dark of the endless night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came to a halt at Wapping<br>Down where the river cast its spawn, <br>The bodies of dead and drowned who'd<br>Cursed their mothers for being born, <br>And hung on poles at the river's edge<br>Was another terrible sight, <br>The bodies of sailor mutineers<br>That swung in their chains at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hung on the Tyburn gallows<br>Then cut down and shackled again, <br>The bodies were coated with tallow<br>For a post mortem hanging in chain, <br>They'd bind them up with a winding cloth<br>Then coat them again in tar, <br>Hang them in chains at the riverside<br>‘Til their dust blew near and far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woman climbed out of the Landau<br>Took one look, and fell to her knees, <br>Her lover hung gently swaying, <br>Swaying in time to the river breeze, <br>His eyes stared out from the candle wax<br>And his mouth was shaped in an ‘Oh! '<br>He seemed to be saying, ‘Goodbye, my love; <br>What a terrible way to go! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wept like a woman demented, <br>Seized his legs, and pulled to her breast, <br>Clung to his swinging figure<br>Moaned like a creature, quite obsessed, <br>She tried transferring her warmth to him<br>But his cold was the cold of death, <br>And his eyes stared straight ahead of him<br>No thoughts, no love, no breath! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She climbed back into the Landau<br>As the coachman whipped it away, <br>And often at night they hear it go, <br>Those folks down Wapping way, <br>They say it spattered a stream of blood<br>On the road as it raced on by, <br>From the dollymop who'd slashed her throat<br>And lay in the coach to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when there's a mighty river fog<br>In the winter, down by the Thames, <br>They sit in the Inn they call Black Dog<br>And they drink to the health of friends, <br>They drink to the ones who've gone before<br>As they hear the wheels outside, <br>And hold their breath at the emptiness<br>As the door is opened wide! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">22 October 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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While frost forms up on the eaves, 
The damp will settle in aching bones, 
While the trees are bereft of leaves; 
The streets were stark in the old East End
A footfall echoed and died, 
And nights when the h..."></div>
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