| Monday, July 02, 2007 |
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Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth
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! |
Slid down the rainbow at 9:10 pm  |
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Hoho~ Sure! Because it's Wordsworth's! I like him!
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呢首poem 都幾有「型格」, 哈哈哈~