Her natural taste, I think, repelled the noise,

The rush, and dust, and crush of London joys;

But habit, which becomes a second sense,

Had reconciled her to its influence

Even in girlhood, and she long had known

That life in crowds may still be life alone,

While mere timidity and want of ease

She never ranked among youth's miseries.

She had her parents too, who made demand

Upon her thoughts and time, and close at hand

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Sisters and friends. With these her days were spent

In simple joys and girlish merriment.

She would not own that being called a wife

Should make a difference in her daily life.

Then London lacks not of attractions fit

For serious minds, and treasures infinite

Of art and science for ingenious eyes,

And learning for such wits as would be wise,

Lectures in classes, galleries, schools of art:

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