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. Idle Words
2. A Pastoral
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
5. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down

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