James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер)

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We that were friends to-night have found
A sudden fear, a secret flame:
I am on fire with that soft sound
You make, in uttering my name.
Forgive a young and boastful man
Whom dreams delight and passions please,
And love me as great women can
Who have no children at their knees. 

1. A Western Voyage
2. From Grenoble
3. November Eves
4. Mignon
5. The Town Without A Market

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