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... Philips' series of reading books for public elementary schools, ed. by J.G ... - Page 103by Philip George and son, ltd - 1874Full view - About this book
| William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 pages
...any thing to shew more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in it's majesty : This City now doth like a garment wear The...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...droop again . 183 COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, Sept. 3, 1803. EARTH has not any thing to shew more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw 1, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his... | |
| William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...droop again. XXVI. COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, Sept. 3, 1803. EA RTH has not any thing to shew more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could, pass...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
| Tobias Smollett - Books - 1816 - 674 pages
...perusing it. " Earth has not any thing to shew more fair : Dull would he be of soul that could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
| William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1820 - 362 pages
...droop again. VIII. cOMPOsED UFON WEsTMINsTER BRIDGE, sIFT. 3. 1s03. EARTH has not any thing to shew more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1824 - 478 pages
...communicated to this picture, as to the preceding sketches of rural Scenery. Earth has not anything to shew more fair ; Dull would he be of soul who could pass...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...Proteus coming from the sea, [horn. Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed WESTMINSTER BRIDGE. EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of...in its majesty: This city now doth like a garment wear [bare, The beauty of the morning; silent. Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open... | |
| Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 858 pages
...[WORDSWORTH.] EARTH has not any thing to shew more fair. Dull would he he of soul who could pass hy A sight so touching in its majesty. This city now doth like a garment wear The heauty of the morning; silent, hare Ships, towers, domes, theatres, anil temples lie Open... | |
| Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 pages
...shadow of the Parthenon, Or on the ruins of the Capitol. j. Montgomery. LONDON AT SUNRISE. EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of...domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glitt'ring in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1834 - 600 pages
...poet's ' Sonnet composed on Westmiuslerbridge' will recur to every reader's remembrance. ' Earth has not anything to show more fair. Dull would he be of...domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky . . . The river glideth at his own sweet will . . . And all that mighty heart is lying... | |
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