London
by William Blake
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every black’ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
By William Wordsworth
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 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 sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, 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!
希望能对比下两首诗歌~指出他们的相似或差异之处~~~
能帮的上忙的，真的很感谢~~~
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