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 Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. 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 own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
London Pastoral
Song Cycle by Richard Rodney Bennett (1936 - 2012)
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Language: English
Authorship:
- by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1803", from Poems, Volume I, first published 1807, later revised
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Mother of exiles
Language: English
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Authorship:
- by Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943), "Mother of exiles", appears in London Visions, first published 1898
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