SONNET COMPOSED
UPON WEST MINISTER BRIDGE
SEPTEMBER 3, 1802
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Earth has not anything to show more fail
Dull would he be of soul could pass by
A sight to 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 up to 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 rocks or hills
Ne'er saw i never, felt,a clam so deep
The river glideth at his own sweet will
Dear God the very houses a seem a sleep
And all that mighty heart is lying still....
UPON WEST MINISTER BRIDGE
SEPTEMBER 3, 1802
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Earth has not anything to show more fail
Dull would he be of soul could pass by
A sight to 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 up to 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 rocks or hills
Ne'er saw i never, felt,a clam so deep
The river glideth at his own sweet will
Dear God the very houses a seem a sleep
And all that mighty heart is lying still....
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