Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

Age

Death, tho' I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give him all these last
For one that fifty have run past.
Ah! he strikes all things, all alike,
But bargains: those he will not strike.

1. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
2. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower
3. Idle Words
4. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
5. To Wordsworth

William Winter (Уильям Винтер) Age ("Snow and stars, the same as ever")

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