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Child of a Day by Walter Savage Landor

By Walter Savage Landor

Topics: sad-shayari

Child of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thy urn, The gushing eyes that read thy lot, Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return! And why the wish! the pure and blest Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep. O peaceful night! O envied rest! Thou wilt not ever see her weep.

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"Child of a day, thou knowest not..."

"Child of a Day" by Walter Savage Landor is a sad english poem consisting of 9 lines. This English poem by Walter Savage Landor demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Child of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thy urn,...", this piece explores themes of sad through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Walter Savage Landor's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) was an English poet and prose writer whose "Imaginary Conversations" and lyric poems are marked by classical restraint and epigrammatic wit. His poem "Rose Aylmer" is one of the most admired short poems in English.

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