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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)


Upon the Same Event


WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn
The tidings past of servitude repealed,
And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field,
The rough Aetolians smiled with bitter scorn.
''Tis known,' cried they, 'that he, who would adorn
His envied temples with the Isthmian crown,
Must either win, through effort of his own,
The prize, or be content to see it worn
By more deserving brows.--Yet so ye prop,
Sons of the brave who fought at Marathon,
Your feeble spirits! Greece her head hath bowed,
As if the wreath of liberty thereon
Would fix itself as smoothly as a cloud,
Which, at Jove's will, descends on Pelion's top.' 



William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: The Same
  2. Nunnery Dell
  3. The Glen of Loch Etive
  4. In the Sound of Mull
  5. The Stepping-Stones


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