Earth has not anything to show more fair: | a | ||||
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by | b | ||||
A sight so touching in its majesty: | b | ||||
This City now doth, like a garment, wear | a | ||||
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The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, | a | |||
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie | b | ||||
Open unto the fields, and to the sky; | b | ||||
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. | a | ||||
Never did sun more beautifully steep | c | ||||
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In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; | d | |||
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! | c | ||||
The river glideth at his own sweet will: | d | ||||
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; | c | ||||
And all that mighty heart is lying still! | d | ||||
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