Wordsworth's Guide 1810, edn 1835

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	page 133 (But where no fire was ever lit, Unless the glow-worm to the skies Thence offer nightly sacrifice;) Wrinkled Egyptian monument; Green moss-grown tower; or hoary tent; Tents of a camp that never shall be raised; On which four thousand years have gazed! 2. Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes! Ye snow-white lambs that trip Imprisoned 'mid the formal props Of restless ownership! Ye trees, that may to-morrow fall To feed the insatiate Prodigal! Lawns, houses, chattels, groves, and fields, All that the fertile valley shields; Wages of folly - baits of crime, - Of life's uneasy game the stake, Playthings that keep the eyes awake Of drowsy, dotard Time; O care! O guilt! - O vales and plains, Here 'mid his own unvexed domains, A Genius dwells, that can subdue At once all memory of You, - Most potent when mists veil the sky, Mists that distort and magnify; While the course rushes, to the sweeping breeze, Sigh forth their ancient melodies! 3. List to those shriller notes! - that march Perchance was on the blast, When through this Height's inverted arch, Rome's earliest legion passed! - They saw, adventurously impelled, And older eyes than theirs beheld, This block - and yon, whose Church-like frame Gives to the savage Pass its name.
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