"Earth has not anything to show more fair:"
"The City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning"
"Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky;"
"Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;"
"Dear God! The very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!"