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. Rose Aylmer
4. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
5. Proud Word You Never Spoke, But You Will Speak

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