Liverpool poetry (Remove filter)
The Georgian Quarter
From stately Georgian houses
The summer evening fills
With Georgian ladies’ laughter
As they meet to dance Quadrilles
Their laughter tinkles down the years
From Hope and Rodney Street
On wreaths of smoke it gently steers
Their tiny Georgian feet
So delicate the tracery
Of plastered ceiling coves
Fanlights warmly candlelit
And Palladian porticoes
The city ...
Monday 30th October 2023 5:59 pm
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