Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
  Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek
  Over my open volume you will say,
'This man loved me!' then rise and trip away.

1. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. Idle Words
3. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
4. Daniel Defoe
5. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart

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