English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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398. Upon Westminster Bridge |
| Sept. 3, 1802 |
| William Wordsworth (17701850) |
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EARTH has not anything to show more fair: | |
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by | |
A sight so touching in its majesty: | |
This City now doth like a garment wear | |
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The beauty of the morning: silent, bare, | 5 |
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie | |
Open unto the fields, and to the sky, | |
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. | |
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Never did sun more beautifully steep | |
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; | 10 |
Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! | |
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The river glideth at his own sweet will: | |
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; | |
And all that mighty heart is lying still! | |
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