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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>William Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis William Street, the link street,<br>That seems to stand alone;<br>’Tis William Street, the vague street,<br>With terraces of stone:<br>That starts with clean, cool pockets,<br>And ancient stable ways,<br>And built by solid landlords<br>And in more solid days. <br>Beginning where the shadow streets<br>Of vacant wealth begin,<br>Street William runs down sadly<br>Across the vale of sin.<br>’Tis William Street, the haggard,<br>Where all the streets are mean<br>That’s trying to be honest,<br>That’s trying to keep clean. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis William Street with method,<br>And nought of show or pride,<br>That tries to keep its business<br>Upon the right-hand side.<br>No pavement exhibition<br>Of carcases and slops;<br>But old-established principles<br>In old-established shops. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis William Street the highway—<br>Whichever way it be—<br>To business and the theatres,<br>Or empty luxury.<br>’Tis William Street (the East-end)—<br>The world-wise and exempt—<br>That sells Potts Point its purgatives<br>With something of contempt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With fronts that hint of England,<br>As England used to be,<br>Old houses once in gardens,<br>And signs of Italy.<br>With hints of the forgotten,<br>Strange Sydney of the past,<br>When bricks were burnt for all time,<br>And walls were built to last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis William Street that rises<br>From stagnant dust and heat,<br>(Old trees by the Museum<br>Hold back with hands and feet)—<br>And where the blind are plying<br>Deft fingers, supple wrists—<br>’Tis William Street, exclusive,<br>Where pray the Methodists. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blind courts see the clearer,<br>Side lanes grow trim and neat,<br>The wretched streets are cleaner<br>That run from William Street.<br>The sick streets’ lonely matron<br>Seems stern, as matrons do—<br>’Tis William Street, redeeming,<br>Regenerating “Loo.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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That seems to stand alone;
’Tis William Street, the vague street,
With terraces of stone:
That starts with clean, cool pockets,
And ancient stable ways,
And built by solid landlords
And in more solid days...."></div>
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