Poem by William Wordsworth

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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. Upon the Sight of a Beautiful Picture Painted by Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
2. To the Memory of Raisley Calvert
3. Alice Fell, Or Poverty
4. Rural Architecture
5. The Sparrow's Nest

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