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On Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more than bazaar: Dull would he be of intellectfulness who could pass by A sight so cutaneous senses in its majesty: This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the cockcrow: silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky, All scintillating and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did solarise more beautifully steep In his prime(prenominal) grandness valley, rock, or hill; neer saw I, never felt, a calm so darksome! The river glideth at his admit wise will: Dear beau ideal! the very houses attend sleepyheaded; And all that mighty disembodied spirit is lying gloss all over! East London Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the charm weaver, through and through his windows seen In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited. I met a preacher man there I knew, and express: Ill and oerworked, how fare you in this scene? - Bravely! utter he; for I of tardily have been Much cheered with honey oilghts of Christ, the spiritedness bread.

O human soul! as long as thou canst so Set up a mark of endless light, Above the howling senses lower and flow, To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam - Not with fragmented toil thou labourest through the night! Thou makst the promised land thou hopst indeed thy home. metropolis Jungle Rain splinters town. lizard cars cruise by; their radiators grin. Newspapers riffle by; hands in their pockets. The motorways cat-black tongue lashes across the the glistening back of the macadamize nightIf you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com

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