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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inscriptions Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE LARGEST OF A HEAP LYING NEAR A DESERTED QUARRY, UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS AT RYDAL </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones <br>Is not a Ruin spared or made by time, <br>Nor, as perchance thou rashly deem'st, the Cairn <br>Of some old British Chief: 'tis nothing more <br>Than the rude embryo of a little Dome <br>Or Pleasure-house, once destined to be built <br>Among the birch-trees of this rocky isle. <br>But, as it chanced, Sir William having learned <br>That from the shore a full-grown man might wade, <br>And make himself a freeman of this spot <br>At any hour he chose, the prudent Knight <br>Desisted, and the quarry and the mound <br>Are monuments of his unfinished task. <br>The block on which these lines are traced, perhaps, <br>Was once selected as the corner-stone <br>Of that intended Pile, which would have been <br>Some quaint odd plaything of elaborate skill, <br>So that, I guess, the linnet and the thrush, <br>And other little builders who dwell here, <br>Had wondered at the work. But blame him not, <br>For old Sir William was a gentle Knight, <br>Bled in this vale, to which he appertained <br>With all his ancestry. Then peace to him, <br>And for the outrage which he had devised <br>Entire forgiveness!--But if thou art one <br>On fire with thy impatience to become <br>An inmate of these mountains,--if, disturbed <br>By beautiful conceptions, thou hast hewn <br>Out of the quiet rock the elements <br>Of thy trim Mansion destined soon to blaze <br>In snow-white splendour,--think again; and, taught <br>By old Sir William and his quarry, leave <br>Thy fragments to the bramble and the rose; <br>There let the vernal slow-worm sun himself, <br>And let the redbreast hop from stone to stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones 
Is not a Ruin spared or made by time, 
Nor, as perchance thou rashly deem'st, the Cairn 
Of some old British Chief:..."></div>
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