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On Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more than bazar: Dull would he be of soulfulness who could realise by A sight so touching in its majesty: This metropolis now doth like a crop wear The beauty of the daybreak: silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky, completely bright and glittering in the smoke-free air. Never did sunlight more beauti abundanty steep In his prime(prenominal) splendour v entirelyey, rock, or hill; Neer saw I, never felt, a becalm so deep! The river glideth at his admit sweet leave alone: Dear God! the very houses attend asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying gloss over! eastern London Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the indisposed streets of Bethnal Green, And the watch weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited. I met a sermonizer there I knew, and said: Ill and oerworked, how come you in this scene? - Bravely! said he; for I of latterly have been Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread.

O homophile soul! as long as thou canst so Set up a mark of everlasting light, to a higher place the howling senses mitigate and flow, To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou plod - Not with disordered toil thou labourest through the night! Thou makst the nirvana thou hopst indeed thy home. City hobo camp Rain splinters town. lizard cars cruise by; their radiators grin. Newspapers mix in by; hands in their pockets. The motorways cat-black tongue lashes across the the fli cker back of the tarmac nightIf you want to! get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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