Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)
A Pastoral
Damon was sitting in the grove With Phyllis, and protesting love; And she was listening; but no word Of all he loudly swore she heard. How! was she deaf then? no, not she, Phyllis was quite the contrary. Tapping his elbow, she said, 'Hush! O what a darling of a thrush! I think he never sang so well As now, below us, in the dell.'
Walter Savage Landor’s other poems:
- Ternissa! You Are Fled!
- To Barry Cornwall
- The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
- Fiesole Idyl
- Ah What Avails the Sceptred Race
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