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. 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. Ternissa! You Are Fled!

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