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. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. Rose Aylmer
3. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
4. Fiesole Idyl
5. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down

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