William Gilmore Simms (Уильям Гилмор Симмс)

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Oh, bid me not, with smiling eye,
  Relate the cause of all my pain,
For when you smile, alas! I sigh,
  And when you're said, I sigh again.

The smile, the sigh, from thee that flows,
  Must still a source of anguish be;—
Unless the smile, to bless me, glows,
  Unless the sigh is breathed for me. 

1. Sumter in Ruins
2. Song Bird and Flower
3. The Decay of a People
4. The Lost Pleiad
5. The Swamp Fox

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1867

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