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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)


The River Eden, Cumberland


EDEN! till now thy beauty had I viewed
By glimpses only, and confess with shame
That verse of mine, whate’er its varying mood,
Repeats but once the sound of thy sweet name:
Yet fetched from Paradise that honor came,
Rightfully borne; for Nature gives thee flowers
That have no rival among British bowers,
And thy bold rocks are worthy of their fame.
Measuring thy course, fair Stream! at length I pay
To my life’s neighbor dues of neighborhood;
But I have traced thee on thy winding way
With pleasure sometimes by this thought restrained,
For things far off we toil, while many a good
Not sought, because too near, is never gained.



William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. The Wishing-gate
  2. Inscription Intended for a Stone in the Grounds of Rydal Mount
  3. Lowther
  4. The Kirk of Ulpha
  5. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued


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