 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 180 pages
...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 glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pages
...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 glideth at his o»vn sweet will ; Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - Books - 1816 - 674 pages
...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 glideth at his own sweet will. Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1820 - 362 pages
...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 glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 550 pages
...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...Ne'er saw I, 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 412 pages
...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...Ne'er saw I, 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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...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...Ne'er saw I, 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - Sonnets, English - 1899 - 308 pages
...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...Ne'er saw I, 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... | |
 | 1829 - 348 pages
...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...Ne'er saw I, 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... | |
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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 Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All... 
