| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| W. Wordsworth |
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CCXLV. Upon Westminster Bridge,
Sept. 3, 1802 |
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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 | |
| 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 splendour 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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