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Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)


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Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!
      A path forbidden me!
Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds
      Upon the mountain-heads,
How often we have watcht him laying down
      His brow, and dropt our own
Against each other's, and how faint and short
      And sliding the support!
What will succeed it now? Mine is unblest,
      Ianthe! nor will rest
But on the very thought that swells with pain.
      O bid me hope again!
O give me back what Earth, what (without you)
      Not Heaven itself can do,
One of the golden days that we have past;
      And let it be my last!
Or else the gift would be, however sweet,
      Fragile and incomplete.



Walter Savage Landor's other poems:
  1. Ternissa! You Are Fled!
  2. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
  3. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
  4. Fiesole Idyl
  5. Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low


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