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. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
2. Idle Words
3. The Poet Who Sleeps
4. Various the Roads of Life; in One
5. Child of a Day

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