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

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