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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) The River Eden, Cumberland EDEN! till now thy beauty had I viewed By glimpses only, and confess with shame That verse of mine, whate’er its varying mood, Repeats but once the sound of thy sweet name: Yet fetched from Paradise that honor came, Rightfully borne; for Nature gives thee flowers That have no rival among British bowers, And thy bold rocks are worthy of their fame. Measuring thy course, fair Stream! at length I pay To my life’s neighbor dues of neighborhood; But I have traced thee on thy winding way With pleasure sometimes by this thought restrained, For things far off we toil, while many a good Not sought, because too near, is never gained. William Wordsworth's other poems:
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