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. Suburban Dames
2. A lady and I were walking
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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