Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel;
    My fingers ache, my lips are dry: 
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
    But Oh, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true;
    All other men may use deceit: 
He always said my eyes were blue,
    And often swore my lips were sweet. 

1. Idle Words
2. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
3. The Poet Who Sleeps
4. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
5. Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low

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