Special education of the republic of uzbekistan

SONNET COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE

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 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!
By William Wordsworth