Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

On Seeing a Hair of Lucretia Borgia

Borgia, thou once wert almost too august
And high for adoration; now thou'rt dust.
All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,
Calm hair, meandering in pellucid gold.

1. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
3. Idle Words
4. Well I Remember How You Smiled
5. Daniel Defoe

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