Composed Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth 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.
One morning a countryman went to his goose's nest, and saw a yellow and glittering egg there.
Embarrassingly neither actor turned up to the glittering ceremony - maybe because they thought they didn't have a chance of winning their tough categories.
Lots of glittering silver coins were in the box.
