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Inscriptions Written With A Slate Pencil Upon A Stone

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THE LARGEST OF A HEAP LYING NEAR A DESERTED QUARRY, UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS AT RYDAL

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: 'tis nothing more
Than the rude embryo of a little Dome
Or Pleasure-house, once destined to be built
Among the birch-trees of this rocky isle.
But, as it chanced, Sir William having learned

That from the shore a full-grown man might wade,
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 21 September 2017

'tis nothing more Than the rude embryo of a little Dome Or Pleasure-house, once destined to be built Among the birch-trees of this rocky isle. Thanks poet for this highly imaginative poem.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 25 August 2016

Rude embryo of a pleasure dome, fantastic imagination. Thanks for sharing.

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