Composed
Upon Westminster Bridge
September 3, 1802
by William
Wordsworth
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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, |
| 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; |
| 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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| William Wordsworth
| Classic Poems |
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[ Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3 ] [ Daffodils ] [ The Prelude ] [ Lucy ] [ Intimations of immortality ] [ The Solitary Reaper ] [ The world is too much with us ] [ My heart leaps up when I behold ] [ Milton ] [ Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg ] |
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