Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

A Pastoral

Damon was sitting in the grove
With Phyllis, and protesting love;
And she was listening; but no word
Of all he loudly swore she heard.
How! was she deaf then? no, not she,
Phyllis was quite the contrary.
Tapping his elbow, she said, 'Hush!
O what a darling of a thrush!
I think he never sang so well
As now, below us, in the dell.'

1. Idle Words
2. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
3. The Poet Who Sleeps
4. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
5. Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low

William Broome (Уильям Брум) A Pastoral ("How calm the Evening! See the falling Day")

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