Finis (Walter Savage Landor Poems)
I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd ...
I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd ...
WHY, why repine, my pensive friend, At pleasures slipp'd away? Some the stern Fates will never lend, And all refuse ...
Welcome, old friend! These many years Have we lived door by door; The fates have laid aside their shears Perhaps ...
HERE, ever since you went abroad, If there be change no change I see: I only walk our wonted road, ...
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: Oh! if you felt the pain I ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were ...
'Do you remember me? or are you proud?' Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd, Ianthe said, and look'd into my ...
An ancient chestnut's blossoms threw Their heavy odour over two: Leucippe, it is said, was one; The other, then, was ...
To my ninth decade I have tottered on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who ...
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd ...
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to ...
Why, why repine, my pensive friend, At pleasures slipp'd away? Some the stern Fates will never lend, And all refuse ...
Past ruined Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades. Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives Immortal youth ...
REMAIN, ah not in youth alone! --Tho' youth, where you are, long will stay-- But when my summer days are ...
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings To crown the feast where swells the broad-vein'd brow, Where maidens blush at what ...
In Clementina's artless mien Lucilla asks me what I see, And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me? Lucilla ...
Well I remember how you smiled To see me write your name upon The soft sea-sand . . . "O! ...
Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes Of anger long burst forth; Inconstantly the south-wind blows, But steadily the north. Thy ...
One lovely name adorns my song, And, dwelling in the heart, Forever falters at the tongue, And trembles to depart. ...
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he ...
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed ...
God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights ...
THE leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; So have I too. ...
Tell me not what too well I know About the bard of Sirmio. Yes, in Thalia's son Such stains there ...
MILD is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And ...
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak Four not exempt from pride some future day. Resting on one ...
Child of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thy urn, The gushing eyes that read thy lot, ...
Years, many parti-colour'd years, Some have crept on, and some have flown Since first before me fell those tears I ...
There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser ...
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