Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
  Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek
  Over my open volume you will say,
'This man loved me!' then rise and trip away.

1. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
3. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
4. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then
5. Idle Words

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