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. On the Frith of Clyde
2. Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm
3. The Countess’ Pillar
4. At Bala-sala, Isle of Man
5. Glen Almain; Or, the Narrow Glen

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