Poem by William Wordsworth

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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! 

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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