Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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Tell me not things past all belief;
  One truth in you I prove;
The flame of anger, bright and brief,
  Sharpens the barb of Love.

1. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
3. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then
4. Well I Remember How You Smiled
5. To Robert Browning

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