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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)


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WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!--am I to be blamed?
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart,
Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.
For dearly must we prize thee; we who find
In thee a bulwark for the cause of men:
And I by my affection was beguiled:
What wonder if a Poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child! 



William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo
  2. Upon The Same Event
  3. Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo
  4. Character of the Happy Warrior
  5. Personal Talk


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