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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. 



Walter Savage Landor's other poems:
  1. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
  2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
  3. The Poet Who Sleeps
  4. To Robert Browning
  5. Ternissa! You Are Fled!


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