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<name>William <index>Wordsworth</index></name>

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<title>Composed Upon Westminster Bridge</title>

<source>Found on Bartleby, <uri>http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww206.html</uri></source>

<remark>Wordsworth at his best: and the best thing about Wordsworth (who is not always the best of poets) is that reading him helps one learn the distinction between the great and the merely workmanlike.</remark>

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<line>Earth has not anything to show more <rhyme on="a">fair</rhyme>:</line>

<line>Dull would he be of soul who could pass <rhyme on="b">by</rhyme></line>

<line>A sight so touching in its <rhyme on="b">majesty</rhyme>:</line>

<line>This City now doth, like a garment, <rhyme on="a">wear</rhyme></line>

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<line>The beauty of the morning; silent, <rhyme on="a">bare</rhyme>,</line>

<line>Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples <rhyme on="b">lie</rhyme></line>

<line>Open unto the fields, and to the <rhyme on="b">sky</rhyme>;</line>

<line>All bright and glittering in the smokeless <rhyme on="a">air</rhyme>.</line>

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<line>Never did sun more beautifully <rhyme on="c">steep</rhyme></line>

<line>In his first splendour, valley, rock, or <rhyme on="d">hill</rhyme>;</line>

<line>Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so <rhyme on="c">deep</rhyme>!</line>

<line>The river glideth at his own sweet <rhyme on="d">will</rhyme>:</line>

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<line>Dear God! the very houses seem <rhyme on="c">asleep</rhyme>;</line>

<line>And all that mighty heart is lying <rhyme on="d">still</rhyme>!</line>

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