Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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If you have loved a brave story
Tell it but rarely;
And, with due faith in its glory,
Render it barely.
Then must the listener, hearing
Your tale of wonder,
Let his own hoping and fearing
Tear him asunder.

1. A lady and I were walking
2. Suburban Dames
3. You, whom the grave cannot bind
4. How funny it would be if dreamy I
5. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail

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