Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю)

Answer

Though I never got possession,
'Tis a pleasure to adore;
Hope, the wretch's only blessing,
May in time procure me more.
Constant courtship may obtain her, --
Where both wealth and merit fail,
And the lucky minute gain her, --
Fate and fancy must prevail.
At Diana's shrine aloud,
By the bow and by the quiver,
Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd,
Once to love -- and that forever. 

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Letitia Landon (Летиция Лэндон) Answer ("The wreath you gave me, love, is dead")

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