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. Gordale
2. Roman Antiquities
3. Processions
4. In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth
5. Monument of Mrs. Howard

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