William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

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A slumber did my spirit seal;
    I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
    The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
    She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
    With rocks, and stones, and trees.

William Wordsworth’s other poems:

  1. Эпитафия Роберту СаутиWordsworth’s Epitaph on Southey
  2. Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose
  3. Upon The Same Event
  4. View From The Top Of Black Comb
  5. Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo




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