Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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      Death stands above me, whispering low
        I know not what into my ear:
      Of his strange language all I know
        Is, there is not a word of fear.

Walter Savage Landor’s other poems:

  1. Ternissa! You Are Fled!
  2. To Barry Cornwall
  3. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
  4. Fiesole Idyl
  5. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow




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