Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

Age

Death, tho' I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give him all these last
For one that fifty have run past.
Ah! he strikes all things, all alike,
But bargains: those he will not strike.

1. To Robert Browning
2. Fiesole Idyl
3. Well I Remember How You Smiled
4. Ianthe! You Are Call'd to Cross the Sea!
5. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow

John Kenyon (Джон Кеньон) Age ("Full oft you're plaining that in age")

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