 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) - Pàgina 326per John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 580 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 550 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1899 - 308 pàgines
...Bridge This City now doth, like a garment, wear aept 3, 1802 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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1829 - 348 pàgines
...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 Stebbing - 1832 - 378 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1833 - 742 pàgines
...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 !... | |
 | Thomas Moule - 1834 - 382 pàgines
...touching in its majesty : The 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... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 pàgines
...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 very... | |
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