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.

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. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
  5. Fiesole Idyl




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