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William Wordsworth - Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black CombWilliam Wordsworth - Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb
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STAY, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs On this commodious Seat! for much remains Of hard ascent before thou reach the top Of this huge Eminence,--from blackness named, And, to far-travelled storms of sea and land, A favourite spot of tournament and war! But thee may no such boisterous visitants Molest; may gentle breezes fan thy brow; And neither cloud conceal, nor misty air Bedim, the grand terraqueous spectacle,                    From centre to circumference, unveiled! Know, if thou grudge not to prolong thy rest, That on the summit whither thou art bound, A geographic Labourer pitched his tent, With books supplied and instruments of art, To measure height and distance; lonely task, Week after week pursued!--To him was given Full many a glimpse (but sparingly bestowed On timid man) of Nature`s processes Upon the exalted hills. He made report                      That once, while there he plied his studious work Within that canvas Dwelling, colours, lines, And the whole surface of the out-spread map, Became invisible: for all around Had darkness fallen--unthreatened, unproclaimed-- As if the golden day itself had been Extinguished in a moment; total gloom, In which he sate alone, with unclosed eyes, Upon the blinded mountain`s silent top!
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