Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein thev rest. One of Wordsworths finest sonnets is that he composed uponWestminster Bridge, in the autumn of 1803 ; here it is:— Earth has not any thing to show more fair :Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty : This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, , towers, domes, theatres, and temples lieOpen unto the fields, and to the sky. All bright and glittering in the smok
Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein thev rest. One of Wordsworths finest sonnets is that he composed uponWestminster Bridge, in the autumn of 1803 ; here it is:— Earth has not any thing to show more fair :Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty : This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, , towers, domes, theatres, and temples lieOpen unto the fields, and to the sky. All bright and glittering in the smokeless did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill:Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep. The river glideth at its own sweet will:Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mio-htv heart is Iving still ! In Shelleys ^een Mab^ we have this beautiful apostrophe to Night:— How beautiful this Night ! the balmiest sighWhich vernal zephyrs breathe in mornings earWere discord to the speaking quietude.
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