Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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[Lie, my fond heart at rest]
Lie, my fond heart at rest,
She never can be ours.
Why strike upon my breast
The slowly passing hours?
She never can be ours.
Why strike upon my breast
The slowly passing hours?
Ah! breathe not out the name!
That fatal folly stay!
Conceal the eternal flame,
And tortured ne'er betray.
That fatal folly stay!
Conceal the eternal flame,
And tortured ne'er betray.
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