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Listen to the poems and say what their Messages are.0:06
Number 15 upon Westminster Bridge, by William Wordsworth.0:11
Earth is not anything to show More fair dull would he be soul who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty.0:24
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.0:32
Never did sun more beautifully steep in his first splendor.0:49
Valley, rock or hill, ne' er I saw, I never felt a calm so deep.0:52
The river glideth at his own sweet will.0:58
The very houses seem asleep, and all that mighty heart is lying still.1:01
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