Chapter I

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading 21 KINGSLAND ROAD, N.E.

used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

(quantifier) used with either mass or count nouns to indicate the whole number or amount of or every one of a class

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

plural of “alley” — a narrow street with walls on both sides

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

at all times; all the time and on every occasion

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

past form of “appear” — give a certain impression or have a certain outward aspect

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

the form of “be” used with you, we, they, or a plural noun

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

possessive form of “author” — writes (books or stories or articles or the like) professionally (for pay)

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

plural of “barge” — a flatbottom boat for carrying heavy loads (especially on canals)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a general name for alcoholic beverages made by fermenting a cereal (or mixture of cereals) flavored with hops

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

being of the achromatic color of maximum darkness; having little or no hue owing to absorption of almost all incident light

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the organic process of bearing flowers

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of the color intermediate between green and violet; having a color similar to that of a clear unclouded sky

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a written work or composition that has been published (printed on pages bound together)

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

inflected form of “breed” — call forth

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

rectangular block of clay baked by the sun or in a kiln; used as a building or paving material

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

emitting or reflecting light readily or in large amounts

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a vehicle carrying many passengers; used for public transport

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

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From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

wood of any of various cherry trees especially the black cherry

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a large and densely populated urban area; may include several independent administrative districts

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

an employee who performs clerical work (e.g., keeps records or accounts)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

several things grouped together or considered as a whole

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

gotten under control

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

the opposition or dissimilarity of things that are compared

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

an exclusive circle of people with a common purpose

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

plural of “cry” — a loud utterance; often in protest or opposition

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of a color at the end of the color spectrum (next to orange); resembling the color of blood or cherries or tomatoes or rubies

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

placed crosswise

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

overfilled or compacted or concentrated

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the first light of day

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “desert” — arid land with little or no vegetation

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

soiled or likely to soil with dirt or grime

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

causing dejection

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

emanating from God

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

causing dejection

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

all through a period, or at some point within it

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

think moodily or anxiously about something

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a fat-soluble vitamin that is essential for normal reproduction; an important antioxidant that neutralizes free radicals in the body

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

divisible by two

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

third-person singular of “expire” — lose validity

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

opinion or judgment

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “fairy” — a small being, human in form, playful and having magical powers

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

transport from one place to another

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the cardinal number that is the sum of fourteen and one

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

preceding all others in time or space or degree

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

plural of “flower” — a plant cultivated for its blooms or blossoms

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the motion characteristic of fluids (liquids or gases)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

people in general (often used in the plural)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

the phonological or orthographic sound or appearance of a word that can be used to describe or identify something

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than another

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

highly offensive; arousing aversion or disgust

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

set up or found

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the cardinal number that is the sum of three and one

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

containing as much or as many as is possible or normal

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “garden” — a plot of ground where plants are cultivated

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a light within the field of vision that is brighter than the brightness to which the eyes are adapted

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a state of partial or total darkness

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

highly enthusiastic

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

relatively large in size or number or extent; larger than others of its kind

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

green color or pigment; resembling the color of growing grass

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of an achromatic color of any lightness intermediate between the extremes of white and black

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a small growth of trees without underbrush

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

(with “in”) guardianship over; in divorce cases it is the right to house and care for and discipline a child

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the form of “have” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

grass mowed and cured for use as fodder

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the locus of feelings and intuitions

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of comparatively great physical weight or density

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

in or at this place; where the speaker or writer is

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

plural of “hill” — a local and well-defined elevation of the land

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a specific instance of feeling hopeful

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a building where travelers can pay for lodging and meals and other services

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

low or inferior in station or quality

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the person speaking or writing, as the subject of the verb

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

inside something, or within a place, period, or state

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

the form of “be” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

past form of “issue” — prepare and issue for public distribution or sale

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

affected by jaundice which causes yellowing of skin etc

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

make one's way by jostling, pushing, or shoving

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the emotion of great happiness

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading 21 KINGSLAND ROAD, N.E.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a characteristic state or mode of living

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of comparatively little physical weight or density

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “lip” — either of two fleshy folds of tissue that surround the mouth and play a role in speaking

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

filled with a great quantity

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

-ing form of “loiter” — be about

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the capital and largest city of England; located on the Thames in southeastern England; financial and industrial and cultural center

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

primarily temporal sense; being or indicating a relatively great or greater than average duration or passage of time or a duration as specified

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a strong positive emotion of regard and affection

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

produced by a manufacturing process

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

any art that invokes supernatural powers

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

engage in

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

female equine animal

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

an artist of consummate skill

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

the person speaking, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the one or ones belonging to the person speaking

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used to form the superlative

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

machine that converts other forms of energy into mechanical energy and so imparts motion

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used to say something is necessary, or almost certainly true

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

belonging to the person speaking

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of an obscure nature

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a common nonmetallic element that is normally a colorless odorless tasteless inert diatomic gas; constitutes 78 percent of the atmosphere by volume; a constituent of all living tissues

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

in such a manner as could not be otherwise

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the time after sunset and before sunrise while it is dark outside

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

sound of any kind (especially unintelligible or dissonant sound)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a brief written record

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

the month following October and preceding December

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

in the historical present; at this point in the narration of a series of past events

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

a lyric poem with complex stanza forms

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

one side of one leaf (of a book or magazine or newspaper or letter etc.) or the written or pictorial matter it contains

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “palace” — a large and stately mansion

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

United States civil rights leader who refused to give up her seat on a bus to a white man in Montgomery (Alabama) and so triggered the national Civil Rights movement (born in 1913)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the time that has elapsed

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

plural of “pathway” — a bundle of myelinated nerve fibers following a path through the brain

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “piece” — a separate part of a whole

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

plural of “plain” — extensive tract of level open land

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a writer of poems (the term is usually reserved for writers of good poetry)

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

literature in metrical form

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

the text appearing in a book, newspaper, or other printed publication

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

past form of “print” — put into print

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

plural of “prison” — a correctional institution where persons are confined while on trial or for punishment

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the length of a line segment between the center and circumference of a circle or sphere

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

something left after other parts have been taken away

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

to say, state, or perform again

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

past form of “resign” — leave (a job, post, or position) voluntarily

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

possessing material wealth

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

an open way (generally public) for travel or transportation

From this reading 21 KINGSLAND ROAD, N.E.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

United States religious leader who founded the sect that is now called Jehovah's Witnesses (1852-1916)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

try to locate or discover, or try to establish the existence of

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

give a certain impression or have a certain outward aspect

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

inflected form of “see” — perceive by sight or have the power to perceive by sight

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

filled with shade

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the visual property of something that shines with reflected light

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

start suddenly, as from fright

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the atmosphere and outer space as viewed from the earth

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a small flat rectangular piece of glass on which specimens can be mounted for microscopic study

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “slip” — a socially awkward or tactless act

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “slum” — a district of a city marked by poverty and inferior living conditions

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “song” — a short musical composition with words

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

depleted of energy, force, or strength

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “spire” — a tall tower that forms the superstructure of a building (usually a church or temple) and that tapers to a point at the top

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

make square

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

impressive in appearance

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

make steady

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a thoroughfare (usually including sidewalks) that is lined with buildings

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “street” — a thoroughfare (usually including sidewalks) that is lined with buildings

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “suburb” — a residential district located on the outskirts of a city

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

of the kind already mentioned

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

possessive form of “summer” — the warmest season of the year; in the northern hemisphere it extends from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

final or last in your life or progress

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

understood in a certain way; made sense of

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

a twisted and tangled mass that is highly interwoven

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “tavern” — a building with a bar that is licensed to sell alcoholic drinks

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the cardinal number that is the sum of nine and one; the base of the decimal system

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

plural of “terrace” — usually paved outdoor area adjoining a residence

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

a building where theatrical performances or motion-picture shows can be presented

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

any movable possession (especially articles of clothing)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used for a person or thing that is near, or that has just been mentioned

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

filled with great numbers crowded together

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the periodic rise and fall of the sea level under the gravitational pull of the moon

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

an instance or single occasion for some event

From this reading _Author’s Note_ Of the pieces contained in this collection fifteen are here printed in book form for the first time.

used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

to a degree exceeding normal or proper limits

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

an urban area with a fixed boundary that is smaller than a city

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “train” — public transport provided by a line of railway cars coupled together and drawn by a locomotive

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

change location; move, travel, or proceed, also metaphorically

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

relating to or celebrating a triumph

From this reading “A Triumphal Ode” first appeared in _The Poetry Chapbook_, and “Post-Georgian Poet in Search of a Master,” in _Coterie_.

continuing forever or indefinitely

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

being or moving higher in position or greater in some value; being above a former position or level

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

the speaker and others, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

literature in metrical form

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

plural of “villa” — Mexican revolutionary leader (1877-1923)

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “volume” — the amount of 3-dimensional space occupied by an object

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

having or producing a comfortable and agreeable degree of heat or imparting or maintaining heat

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

past form of “watch” — look attentively

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

in or at the place that

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

used to introduce a clause giving more about a thing just mentioned

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

during the time that

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “whisper” — speaking softly without vibration of the vocal cords

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

in the company of; together with

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

inside; before a period of time has passed

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

plural of “world” — everything that exists anywhere

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.

a late time of life

From this reading The remainder are taken from the four volumes of verse which I have issued during the past ten years, all of which are now out of print.

(used of living things especially persons) in an early period of life or development or growth

From this reading _November 1st, 1920._ _This great grey city that bred me and mine—_ _Supreme, mysterious, dirty and divine—_ _Is made up all of contrast, light and gloom._ _It has green hills and parks where flowers bloom;_ _And shadowed pathways where young lips are shy_ _And warm hands tangle while the night slips by;_ _Deserts of humble brick, resigned and drear;_ _And crowded taverns, full of noise and beer;_ _Thronged streets where jostle theatre and hotel,_ _And stately terraces where rich folk dwell...._ _It has black alleys, and most dismal plains_ _Crossed by long, steady, fire-emitting trains;_ _Foul slums and palaces, prisons and spires_ _And suburbs where the jaundiced clerk expires._ _But love and hope are always with us, too:_ _And such bright eyes, to make the sky seem blue!_ _All of my life I have spent up and down_ _Adventurously, in this unending town,_ _And magic things have seen at Fortune Green_ _And fairies loitering in a grove at Sheen;_ _Chelsea made crimson in the sunset’s glare;_ _The dawn transfiguring even Russell Square...._ _And I have watched, all through a summer’s day,_ _The brown-winged barges loaded up with hay,_ _And seen the heavy cargo-steamers slide_ _Past Woolwich Ferry, with the flowing tide;_ _Found joy in travel on a motor ’bus,_ _And glowing worlds Within the Radius!_ _And so, for songs, my heart must needs repeat_ _The cries and whispers of the London street._ “_This great grey city that bred me and mine ..._” PAGE STREETS 17 VILLAS (LEYTONSTONE) 19 CHERRY GARDENS (ROTHERHITHE) 20 MARE STREET, N.E.