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
The view is powerful—and the speaker’s reaction is sincere. There is a kind of  antithesis  here as well—usually things described as ‘touching’ are small and have small effects, where as the definition of ‘majesty’ is large. 
 Note that ‘majesty and 'by’ at the end of the preceding line are  consonantly rhymed . All other rhymes in the poem are perfect. This maybe because Wordsworth wished to create a sense of order and regularity; ironically in a poem about a chaotic city. 
 This is an uncommon statement for Wordsworth, a poet who usually writes about the beauty found in nature rather than in the artificial world created by humans. It is interesting to note that even the sight he finds so “touching in its majesty” is a sight populated by buildings and landmarks, rather than by human beings.
Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3 1802