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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
 
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
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.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
  In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;        10
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
  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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