Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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      Death stands above me, whispering low
        I know not what into my ear:
      Of his strange language all I know
        Is, there is not a word of fear.

1. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. Of Clementina
3. Rose Aylmer
4. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
5. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower

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