Unreal CityE, |
Under theE brownF fog ofE aE winterE dawn, |
AE crowdE flowedE overGer London BridgeE, soE manyE, |
IE hadE notE thoughtGer deathE hadE undone soE manyE. |
SighsE, shortE andE infrequentL, wereE exhaledL, |
AndF eachE manE fixedL hisE eyesE beforeE hisE feetE. |
FlowedE upE theE hillE andE downE KingE William StreetL-E, |
ToE whereE SaintL MaryL Woolnoth keptE theE hoursGr |
WithE aE deadE soundL onE theE finalL strokeE ofE nineE. |
ThereE IE sawE oneE IE knewE, andE stoppedE himE, cryingL 'Stetson! |
'YouE whoE wereE withE meE inE theE ships atE Mylae! |
'ThatE corpseE youE plantedE lastE yearE inE yourE gardenE, |
'HasE itE begun toE sproutGmc? WillE itE bloomE thisE yearE? |
'OrE hasE theE suddenL frostE disturbedL itsE bedGmc? |
'OhE keepE theE Dog farGmc henceE, that'sE friendGmc toE menE, |
'OrE withE hisE nailsGmc he'llE dig itE upE againE! |
'YouE! hypocriteF lecteurF!—monF semblableF,—monF frèreF!' |
Not a very useful exercise; it would be better just to appreciate what Eliot is saying. What do you mean by 'English'? : City: early 13c.
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