Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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Pleasure! why thus desert the heart
    In its spring-tide?
I could have seen her, I could part,
    And but have sigh'd!

O'er every youthful charm to stray,
    To gaze, to touch....
Pleasure! why take so much away,
    Or give so much?

1. Ternissa! You Are Fled!
2. On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia
3. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
4. Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low
5. Fiesole Idyl

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