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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)


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I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
To love thee more and more.

Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.

Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed,
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed. 



William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal
  2. Upon The Same Event
  3. Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose
  4. The Highland Broach
  5. To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo


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