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. Foresight, Or the Charge of a Child to His Younger Companion
2. The Pet Lamb
3. The Mother's Return
4. The Blind Highland Boy
5. Address to a Child, During a Boisterous Winter Evening

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