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. Song in March
2. The Swamp Fox
3. By the Swanannoa
4. The Brooklet
5. Sumter in Ruins

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