Walter Savage Landor

"One lovely name adorns my song, And, dwelling in the heart, Forever falters at the tongue, And trembles to depart."

"Beautiful spoils! borne off from vanquishd death! Upon my hearts high altar shall ye lie, Movd but by only one adorers breath, Retaining youth,"

"I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, Alas! I would not check. For reaso"

"Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade In calm repose at last is Landor laid; For ere he slept he saw them planted here By her his soul had e"

"I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, a"

"There is a mountain and a wood between us, Where the lone shepherd and late bird have seen us Morning and noon and eventide repass. Between us now"

"With rosy hand a little girl pressd down A boss of fresh-culld cowslips in a rill: Often as they sprang up again, a frown Showd she dislikd res"

"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."

"Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: Oh! if you felt the pain I feel! But oh, who ever felt as I? No longer could I"

"We are what suns and winds and waters make us; The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles. But"

"I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks;"

"The wisest of the wise Listen to pretty lies And love to hear them told; Doubt not that Solomon Listend to many a one,             Some in his y"

"Damon was sitting in the grove     With Phyllis, and protesting love;     And she was listening; but no word     Of all he loudly swore she hea"

"Here, where precipitate Spring, with one light bound     Into hot Summer's lusty arms, expires,     And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night"

"Avon! why runnest thou away so fast?     Rest thee before that Chancel where repose     The bones of him whose spirit moves the world.     I ha"

"Well I remember how you smiled To see me write your name upon The soft sea-sand... "O! what a child! You think you're writing upon stone!" I have"

"I Leave thee, beauteous Italy! no more From the high terraces, at even-tide, To look supine into thy depths of sky, Thy golden moon between the cli"

"Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives,     Alcestis rises from the shades;     Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives     Immortal youth to mort"

"She I love (alas in vain!)     Floats before my slumbering eyes:     When she comes she lulls my pain,     When she goes what pangs arise!"

"They say that every idle word     Is numbered by the Omniscient Lord.     O Parliament! 'tis well that He     Endureth for Eternity,     And t"

"Here, ever since you went abroad,     If there be change, no change I see,     I only walk our wonted road,     The road is only walkt by me."

"Catch her and hold her if you can, See, she defies you with her fan, Shuts, opens, and then holds it spread In threatening guise over your head. A"

""You must give back," her mother said,      To a poor sobbing little maid,     "All the young man has given you,      Hard as it now may seem t"

"When Helen first saw wrinkles in her face (T was when some fifty long had settled there And intermarried and branchd off awide) She threw herself"

"I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I lovd, and next to Nature, Art; I warmd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, a"

"I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, but better when you share it. Tho tis onl"

"Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes, And t"

""Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked." "Great men lose somewhat of their greatness by being near us; ordinary men gain much." "People, l"

"In Clementinas artless mien Lucilla asks me what I see, And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me? Lucilla asks, if that be all, Have I not cu"

"Barry! your spirit long ago     Has haunted me; at last I know     The heart it sprung from: one more sound     Ne'er rested on poetic ground."

"Blythe bell, that calls to bridal halls, Tolls deep a darker day; The very shower that feeds the flower Weeps also its decay."

"Why, why repine, my pensive friend, At pleasures slipp'd away? Some the stern Fates will never lend, And all refuse to stay. I see the rainbow in"

"HERE, ever since you went abroad, If there be change no change I see: I only walk our wonted road, The road is only walk'd by me. Yes; I forgot;"

"Friends, whom she lookd at blandly from her couch And her white wrist above it, gem-bedewd, Were arguing with Pentheusa: she had heard Report of"

"The dreamy rhymers measurd snore Falls heavy on our ears no more; And by long strides are left behind The dear delights of woman-kind, Who win t"

"Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass, Cut down and up again as blithe as ever; From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass Like little ripple"

"Borgia, thou once wert almost too august     And high for adoration; now thou'rt dust.     All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,     Ca"

"First Book. I sing the fates of Gebir.    He had dwelt Among those mountain-caverns which retain His labours yet, vast halls and flowing wells,"

"There is delight in singing, tho' none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, tho' the praiser sit alone And see the prais'd far"

"The tongue of England, that which myriads Have spoken and will speak, were paralyzd Hereafter, but two mighty men stand forth Above the flight of"

"Who will away to Athens with me? who Loves choral songs and maidens crownd with flowers, Unenvious? mount the pinnace; hoist the sail. I promise y"

"Against the groaning mast I stand, The Atlantic surges swell, To bear me from my native land And Zoe's wild farewell. From billow upon billow hur"

"Tell me not what too well I know About the bard of Sirmio. Yes, in Thalias son Such stains there are, as when a Grace Sprinkles anothers laughin"

"With rosy hand a little girl prest down     A boss of fresh-cull'd cowslips in a rill:     Often as they sprang up again, a frown     Show'd sh"

"Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes, Content to catch the ballads of the plains; I fancied I had strength enough to climb A loftier station at"

"Years, many parti-colourd years, Some have crept on, and some have flown Since first before me fell those tears I never could see fall alone. Ye"

"Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wa"

"Twenty years hence my eyes may grow If not quite dim, yet rather so, Still yours from others they shall know Twenty years hence. Twenty years hen"

"Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And balmless is its closing day. I wait its"

"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."

"Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower,     Some in the chill, some in the warmer hour:     Alike they flourish and alike they fall,"

"Various the roads of life; in one     All terminate, one lonely way     We go; and 'Is he gone?'     Is all our best friends say."

"The mother of the Muses, we are taught, Is Memory: she has left me; they remain, And shake my shoulder, urging me to sing About the summer days, my"

"Few will acknowledge what they owe     To persecuted, brave Defoe.     Achilles, in Homeric song,     May, or he may not, live so long     As"

"Very true, the linnets sing Sweetest in the leaves of spring: You have found in all these leaves That which changes and deceives, And, to pine by"

"To my ninth decade I have tottered on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he call"

"From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass Like little ripples down a sunny river; Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass, Cut down, and up ag"

"Father! the little girl we see Is not, I fancy, so like me; You never hold her on your knee. When she came home, the other day, You kissd her; b"

"The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings To crown the feast where swells the broad-vein'd brow, Where maidens blush at what the minstrel sings, Th"

"Death, tho' I see him not, is near     And grudges me my eightieth year.     Now, I would give him all these last     For one that fifty have r"