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- The poet calls upon humankind to capture and document everything before it all disappears for good – it’s a poem about climate change and the idea of the ‘last chance’ to see certain species and societies (‘the boy in Addis Ababa who feeds / the starving dog’ calling to mind the much-documented famines of Ethiopia).
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Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802. Play Audio. By William Wordsworth. Share. Earth has not any thing 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,
Feb 2, 2016 · In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; This is high praise indeed from Wordsworth, well-known as a nature poet: the sun never rose among anything, not even the natural features of valleys, rocks, or hills, more beautifully than it now scales the outlines of these city buildings.
The poem, ‘Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802, is a celebration of this city, referencing to the bridge over the River Thames. Read Poem. PDF Guide. Cite.
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The poem’s speaker contemplates the city at dawn, seeing it for its breathtaking beauty while also acknowledging the industrial forces transforming it. When published, the poem appeared alongside sonnets that explicitly criticized industrial England.
The next two lines note the sunlight falling as beautifully on the city as it would on any part of nature, be it rock, valley or hill. The poet shows his rising excitement over the stillness of...
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802. This poem offers the city as landscape, reconnects the city to the landscape and the sky. The power that Wordsworth typically feels in the natural world, in this urban world, is human and asleep.
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 Lyrics. Earth hath 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...
