Fleet Street

His companions, however, were utterly unable to see in what the joke consisted; but Johnson laughed obstreperously and irrepressibly: he laughed till he reached the Temple Gate; and when in Fleet Street went almost into convulsions of hilarity.

Samuel Johnson

When he’d tried to jog her out of her misery by arranging for her to be elected as one of the Fleet Street Branch’s dozen delegates to the Annual Delegate Conference, she’d simply let herself be carried along with the tide.

Conferences are Murder

Union Jack then launched into one of his familiar rants against the self-seeking fat cats of Fleet Street and their craven capitulation over free collective bargaining.

Conferences are Murder

They even followed us along Fleet Street towards the Ludgate Circus, and though we dodged them through the cavernous Ludgate Hill Railway Station, across sundry courts and past the stores of Messrs. Spiers and Pond, we again found them waiting for us on our return towards the embankment, determined, so it seemed, to convoy us home.

With Zola in England

Since he refused to reveal his current address, he and Hannah had agreed over my head that she would bring me to Rico's Coffee Parlour in Fleet Street at ten-thirty that night.

the mission song

In 1623 he was living in Fleet Street (Gee's "Foot out of the Snare") and in the same year he wrote "A word of comfort or a discourse concerning the late lamentable accident of a fall of a room at a Catholic Sermon in the Blackfriars of London, wherewith about four-score persons were oppressed"; also a translation of Molina "On the Sacrifice of the Mass".

The Catholic Encyclopedia, Volume 6: Fathers of the Church-Gregory XI

Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope's Court looked like a coster's orange barrow.

Sole Music

One man, with opinions pretty well ossified on this subject, having been challenged for his statement that Mrs. Browning was born at Hope End, rushed into print in a letter to the “Gazette” with the countercheck quarrelsome to the effect, “You might as well expect throstles to build nests on Fleet Street 'buses, as for folks of genius to be born in a big city.”

Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great

Then we find that there was once a curiosity exhibited in Fleet Street in the way of a lion-cub that had been caught in Africa and mothered by a Newfoundland dog.

Little Journeys to the Homes of Eminent Painters

Harrold came late home on Thursday night with such an account as your boy gave you: that coming out of town the same day he came in, he had been at Fleet Street again, but there was no letter for him.

The Love Letters of Dorothy Osborne to Sir William Temple, 1652-54