 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...  English Poetry (1170-1892) - Page 326by John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 580 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William [poetical works Wordsworth (selections]) - 1874 - 96 pages
...rising from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. WRITTEN ON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE. EARTH has not anything to show more fair. Dull would he...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... | |
 | Philip George and son, ltd - 1874 - 296 pages
...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...steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill ,Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep I The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the... | |
 | Public school series - 1874 - 280 pages
...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...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... | |
 | T. LINDSEY ASPLAND - 1874 - 492 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - English poetry - 1875 - 728 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - Aesthetics - 1876 - 230 pages
...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...steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill ; The river glideth at his own sweet will. This is intense Realism, yet it is grand by virtue of the... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - American literature - 1876 - 860 pages
...touching in its majesty : This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, hare, ety-nine of them gathering all they got into a heap,...perhaps worst pigeon of the flock ; sitting round, ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1877 - 464 pages
...majesty : 1 • This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open...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... | |
 | Charles Underwood Dasent - Language and languages - 1877 - 238 pages
...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...steep, In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep. The sun glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very... | |
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