William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The Monument

Commonly Called Long Meg and Her Daughters, 
near the River Eden

A WEIGHT of awe, not easy to be borne,
Fell suddenly upon my spirit,—cast
From the dread bosom of the unknown past,
When first I saw that family forlorn.
Speak thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn
The power of years,—pre-eminent, and placed
Apart, to overlook the circle vast,—
Speak, giant-mother! tell it to the Morn
While she dispels the cumbrous shades of night;
Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud;
At whose behest uprose on British ground
That sisterhood, in hieroglyphic round
Forth-shadowing, some have deemed, the infinite,
The inviolable God, that tames the proud!

1. Roman Antiquities
2. Iona
3. Monument of Mrs. Howard
4. Filial Piety
5. Remembrance of Collins

Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп) The Monument ("Now can you see the monument? It is of wood")

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