 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...  The Saturday Magazine - Pàgina 291843Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 pàgines
...be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in it's majesty : This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships,...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, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pàgines
...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,...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 pàgines
...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,...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... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1816 - 674 pàgines
...be of soul that 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...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... | |
 | 1816 - 692 pàgines
...bright and glittering in the smokeless air. 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 glidetb at his own sweet will. Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 362 pàgines
...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,...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 - 1824 - 478 pàgines
...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,...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 Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 550 pàgines
...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,...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pàgines
...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,...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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pàgines
...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,...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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