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. Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then
4. Well I Remember How You Smiled
5. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower

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