Стихи о Лондоне
занимательные факты по английскому языку (6, 7, 8 класс)

London is the Capital of Great Britain

To get inside you have to climb the ladder.
The rungs, a greasy pole; your hands are sore.
A back window will suffice if there’s no other,
a loophole makes a door a portiere.

For now, from wall to wall you take your steps:
a case of no belongings, stashed under the bed
and ready to begin the whole rabid
rat race at a hat’s drop, when the music stops.

The music always stops and never does.
Jostling, the rats through chute and dingy tunnel
make the round journey through their weekdays.
And capital, the great god who stands as sentinel,

watches the city sleeping, houses haunted by
their untenanted emptiness, the ghosts of tomorrow.
You pray to him, ask that he might see you through
to next month, next room, wherever that might be.

London in July.   Amy Levy 1861–1889.

WHAT ails my senses thus to cheat ?

           What is it ails the place,

That all the people in the street

Should wear one woman’s face ?

The London trees are dusty‐brown

      Beneath the summer sky ;

My love, she dwells in London town,

          Nor leaves it in July.

O various and intricate maze,

     Wide waste of square and street ;

Where, missing through unnumbered days,

           We twain at last may meet !

And who cries out on crowd and mart ?

     Who prates of stream and sea ?

The summer in the city’s heart—

            That is enough for me.

A London Plane‐Tree.

• GREEN is the plane‐tree in the square,
• The other trees are brown ;
• They droop and pine for country air ;
• The plane‐tree loves the town.

• Here from my garret‐pane, I mark
• The plane‐tree bud and blow,
• Shed her recuperative bark,
• And spread her shade below.

• Among her branches, in and out,
• The city breezes play ;
• The dun fog wraps her round about ;
• Above, the smoke curls grey.

• Others the country take for choice,
• And hold the town in scorn ;
• But she has listened to the voice
• On city breezes borne.