London
London is the capital city of England and the United Kingdom. An important settlement for around two millennia, London is today one of the world's most important business and financial centres, [1] and its influence in politics, culture, education, entertainment, media, fashion, sport and the arts all contribute to its status as one of the key globawww.souquanme.coml cities.
London is the most populous city in the European Union[2] with a population of 7.5 million and a metropolitan area population of between 12 and 14 million. Its population is very cosmopolitan, drawing from a diverse range of peoples, cultures and religions, speaking over 300 different languages. Residents of London are referred to as Londoners.
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London is a major tourist destination - counting iconic landmarks such as the Houses of Parliament, Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace and the London Eye amongst its many attractions, along with famous institutions such as the British Museum and the National Gallery.

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　　Evening Solace
　　Charlotte Bronte
　　THE human heart //www.souquanme.comhas hidden treasures,
　　In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
　　The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
　　Whose charms were broken if revealed.
　　And days may pass in gay confusion,
　　And nights in rosy riot fly,
　　While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
　　The memory of the Past may die.
　　But, there are hours of lonely musing,
　　Such as in evening silence come,
　　When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
　　The heart's best feelings gather home.
　　Then in our souls there seems to languish
　　A tender grief that is not woe;
　　And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
　　Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
　　And feelings, once as strong as passions,
　　Float softly back­a faded dream;
　　Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
　　The tale of others' sufferings seem.
　　Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
　　How longs it for that time to be,
　　When, through the mist of years receding,
　　Its woes but live in reverie !
　　And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
　　On evening www.souquanme.comshade and loneliness;
　　And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
　　Feel no untold and strange distress­
　　Only a deeper impulse given
　　By lonely hour and darkened room,
　　To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
　　Seeking a life and world to come.
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　　Evening Star
　　Edgar Allan Poe
　　'Twas noontide of summer,
　　And mid-time of night;
　　And stars, in their orbits,
　　Shone pale, thro' the light
　　Of the brighter, cold moon,
　　'Mid planets her slaves,
　　Herself in the Heavens,
　　Her beam on the waves.
　　I gazed awhile
　　On her cold smile;
　　Too cold- too cold for me-
　　There pass'd, as a shroud,
　　A fleecy cloud,
　　And I turned away to thee,
　　Proud Evening Star,
　　In thy glory afar,
　　And dearer thy beam shall be;
　　For joy to my heart
　　Is the proud part
　　Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
　　And more I admire
　　Thy distant fire,
　　Than that colder, lowly light.