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. Roman Antiquities
2. Inscription Intended for a Stone in the Grounds of Rydal Mount
3. Seathwaite Chapel
4. The Kirk of Ulpha
5. On Revisiting Dunolly Castle

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