[sonneteer [id}westminster{id]}[meta [author}William Wordsworth{author] [title}Composed Upon Westminster Bridge{title]] [sonnet}[octave}[s}[quatrain}[line}[phr}Earth has not anything to show more fair:{line]{phr] [phr}[line}Dull would he be of soul who could pass by{line] [line}A sight so touching in its majesty:{line]{phr] [line}[phr}This City now doth,{phr] [phr}like a garment,{phr] [phr}wear{line]{quatrain] [quatrain}[line}The beauty of the morning;{phr] [phr}silent,{phr] [phr}bare,{phr]{line] [line}[phr}Ships,{phr] [phr}towers,{phr] [phr}domes,{phr] [phr}theatres,{phr] [phr}and temples lie{line] [line}Open unto the fields,{phr] [phr}and to the sky;{phr]{line] [line}[phr}All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.{line]{phr]{quatrain]{octave]{s] [sestet}[quatrain}[s}[phr}[line}Never did sun more beautifully steep{line] [line}In his first splendour,{phr] [phr}valley,{phr] [phr}rock,{phr] [phr}or hill;{phr]{line] [line}[phr}Ne'er saw I,{phr] [phr}never felt,{phr] [phr}a calm so deep!{phr]{line]{s] [s}[line}[phr}The river glideth at his own sweet will:{line]{phr]{quatrain] [couplet}[line}[phr}Dear God!{phr]{s] [s}[phr}the very houses seem asleep;{phr]{line] [line}[phr}And all that mighty heart is lying still!{line]{phr]{s]{couplet]{sestet]{sonnet]{sonneteer]