 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...  Old England: Its Scenery, Art, and People - Page 28by James Mason Hoppin - 1887 - 502 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 pages
...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,...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 own sweet will : Dear God... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...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,...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 own sweet will: Dear God... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...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,...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 o»vn sweet will ; Dear... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - Books - 1816 - 674 pages
...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...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 own sweet will. Dear God... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1820 - 362 pages
...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,...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 own sweet will : Dear... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1824 - 478 pages
...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,...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 own sweet will ; — —... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 550 pages
...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 splendour valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...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 splendour valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...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 splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
 | William Wordsworth - Sonnets, English - 1899 - 308 pages
...Westminster A sight so touching in its majesty : Bridge This City now doth, like a garment, wear aept 3, 1802 The beauty of the morning : silent, bare, Ships, towers,...Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his... | |
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