Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)

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LET dew the flowers fill;
No need of fell despair,
Though to the grave you bear
One still of soul-but now too still,
One fair-but now too fair.
For, beneath your feet, the mound,
And the waves, that play around,
Have meaning in their grassy, and their watery, smiles;
And, with a thousand sunny wiles,
Each says, as he reproves,
Death's arrow oft is Love's. 

1. The Rosy Hour
2. Song from Torrismond
3. Resurrection Song
4. Song on the Water
5. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’

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