Composed upon Westminster Bridge, 3 September 1802
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 the 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!
William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
A major English Romantic poet who is mostly associated with the English Lake District, the setting for some of his best known poems including I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud and the epic work, The Prelude. He was Britain’s Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death.
This poem is added in celebration of its 210th anniversary!
John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836–1893)
An British artist born in Leeds, UK. He has been called a “remarkable and imaginative painter” who was influenced by the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Known for his city night-scenes and landscapes Grimshaw created detailed and realistic landscapes in particular moonlit views of the docks in London, Leeds, Liverpool, and Glasgow also figured largely in his art.