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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;
大地上沒有其他事物比威斯敏斯特大橋更壯麗：
經(jīng)過它的人們，無不陶醉其間，
宏偉的景象，如此動人心弦：
清晨，城市沉浸在一片美妙的霞光里，
象披著一身透明的衣裳，寧靜，清晰，
船舶，塔樓，穹頂，教堂和劇院，
伸向天空，展向平原;
純凈的空氣中，一切那樣的明朗亮麗。
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!
旭日斜灑著它最絢爛的光彩，
我從未看見過，從未感受到峽谷，巖石和山嶺，
如此深沉的靜謐！
河流在隨意自在地滑行，
上帝啊！千家萬戶還在酣睡，
那顆偉大非凡的心，依然尚未蘇醒！
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