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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577574" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Oldest Thing In London</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand landmarks perish,<br>A hundred streets grow strange;<br>With all the dreams they cherish<br>They go the ways of change;<br>But, whatso towers may tumble,<br>And whatso bridges fall,<br>And whatso statues crumble<br>Of folk both great and small,<br>The Oldest Thing in London he changes not at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shoutings of the foeman,<br>The groanings of the slain,<br>The galley of the Roman,<br>The longship of the Dane,<br>The warring of the nations,<br>The judgment of the Lord<br>On heedless generations<br>In plague and fire and sword,<br>The Oldest Thing in London has known them and endured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When London wall was builded<br>And London stone was new,<br>When first Paul's spire rose gilded<br>And gleaming in the blue,<br>Ere Holbein yet was christened,<br>When no one dreamed of Wren,<br>And clear the Ty-bourne glistened<br>And the Fleet was seen of men<br>The Oldest Thing in London was not much younger then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New Londons rise like bubbles,<br>Like bubbles break and pass,<br>Or some dark dream that troubles<br>A wizard's magic glass;<br>A little while they hustle<br>And glitter in the sun,<br>And feast and fret and bustle<br>And chaffer, and have done -<br>The Oldest Thing in London he sees them every one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No stones so strong to weather<br>Sun's heat or winter's blast<br>But time and man together<br>May tear them down at last;<br>The toughest rafters moulder,<br>The stoutest beams decay,<br>But he seems little older<br>From day to changing day -<br>The Oldest Thing in London that passes not away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day to her, his daughter,<br>On each returning tide<br>He brings as first he brought her<br>Her dower of wealth and pride;<br>Twice daily, now as ever<br>At London's feet is laid<br>By London's ancient river<br>The burthen of her trade<br>By London's ancient river -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Way-hay, you London River!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Oldest Thing in London, whereby was London made!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cicely+Fox+Smith">Cicely Fox Smith</a><div class=q>
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A hundred streets grow strange;
With all the dreams they cherish
They go the ways of change;
But, whatso towers may tumble,
And whatso bridges fall,
And whatso statues crumble
Of folk both great and small,
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