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. The Second Sonnet of Bathrolaire
2. November Eves
3. The Ballad of Hampstead Heath
4. Sirmio
5. Fountains

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