Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia

Borgia, thou once wert almost too august
And high for adoration; now thou'rt dust.
All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,
Calm hair, meandering in pellucid gold.

1. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
2. Rose Aylmer
3. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
4. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
5. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow

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