A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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E.um baa not Anything to ehfi'W' more f!Ur:
Dull would he be of soul 'Who eanld pall by
A ai~tht so touching in ita majeaty:
Thia city now doth like a garment 'WII.I'
The beauty oftbe morni~; ailen\, b.Ge.
Ships, towen, domee, theatres, and temple• tie,
Oven unto the fielda and to the aky,
All bright and glittering in the amok:el1111 air.
Never did IIUD more beautifully eteep,
In hit first splendour, valley, rock, or bill ;
Ne'er eaw I, nevar felt, a calm 80 deeP. I
The river glideth at hia own eweet will:
Dea.r God I the •ery houses aeem aaleep ;
And all that mighty heart ta lying atilll
W ORDBWORTJI,

Yx wintry ftowm, 11'1108'11 pe'D~Te dyee

Wake, where the Btimmer'a my aleepe I

Ye a.re lilte oTJihatra, in whose eyee

Their low~id m(Yther'a beauty ~

Oh I not lilte etan that oome a.t ne,

n:~ dim clouds gatheJ'in& one by one ;

And tile (ailing heart to grieve,

Beca'dse another 4A;j ia gone 1

But lib tbe bopee ~at Unger yet

Upou the grave ofeorrow'alo.-e;

And dare Affection to forget

The form below, the eoulabove.

Or like the thoughts that bid I>eepa.ir

Repo11e in faitli on Mercy'a bzult J

Giurs of wiags-from toil and aare

To fly away, ud be at rtat.