Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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She I love (alas in vain!)
  Floats before my slumbering eyes:
When she comes she lulls my pain,
  When she goes what pangs arise!
Thou whom love, whom memory flies,
  Gentle Sleep! prolong thy reign!
If even thus she soothe my sighs,
  Never let me wake again!

1. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
3. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
4. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then
5. Proud Word You Never Spoke, But You Will Speak

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