Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again! 

1. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
3. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
4. Rose Aylmer
5. The Poet Who Sleeps

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