Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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Once, and once only, have I seen thy face,
Elia! once only has thy tripping tongue
Run o'er my breast, yet never has been left
Impression on it stronger or more sweet.
Cordial old man! what youth was in thy years,
What wisdom in thy levity, what truth
In every utterance of that purest soul!
Few are the spirits of the glorified
I'd spring to earlier at the gate of Heaven.

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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