Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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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. Idle Words
2. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. To Wordsworth
5. Leaf after Leaf Drops off, Flower after Flower

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