Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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She I love (alas in vain!)
  Floats before my slumbering eyes:
When she comes she lulls my pain,
  When she goes what pangs arise!
Thou whom love, whom memory flies,
  Gentle Sleep! prolong thy reign!
If even thus she soothe my sighs,
  Never let me wake again!

1. Idle Words
2. A Pastoral
3. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
4. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
5. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart

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