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. Idle Words
2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
3. A Pastoral
4. Daniel Defoe
5. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower

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