Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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Why does she put me to many indignities,
Shifts to prevent myself thinking upon her,
My golden Katie, who loveth not kisses?
I wear my new dresses and put on silk stockings,
All to prevent myself thinking upon her,
Who is more lovely than fair river-lilies.

1. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
2. Closing Time: Public Library
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. All through the day at my machine
5. You, whom the grave cannot bind

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