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.

1. Oxford, May 30, 1820
2. Lowther
3. Yarrow Revisited
4. The River Duddon (FROM this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play)
5. Lines (LOUD is the Vale! the voice is up)

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