Walter Savage Landor

"Now thou art gone, tho' not gone far,     It seems that there are worlds between us;     Shine here again, thou wandering star!     Earth's pla"

"In his own image the Creator made, His own pure sunbeam quickend thee, O man! Thou breathing dial! since thy day began The present hour was ever m"

"There falls with every wedding chime A feather from the wing of Time. You pick it up, and say How fair To look upon its colors are! Another drop"

"No, my own love of other years! No, it must never be. Much rests with you that yet endears, Alas! but what with me? Could those bright years oer"

""Wrong is but falsehood put in practice." "The Siren waits thee, singing song for song." "Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given"

""Do you remember me? or are you proud?" Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd, Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes, "A yes, a yes, to both"

"Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea! A path forbidden me! Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds Upon the mountain-heads, How often we hav"

"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"

"Many love music but for musics sake; Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half dead, And rise to follow where"

"Welcome, old friend! These many years Have we lived door by door; The fates have laid aside their shears Perhaps for some few more. I was indocil"

"In spring and summer winds may blow, And rains fall after, hard and fast; The tender leaves, if beaten low, Shine but the more for shower and blast"

"When the buds began to burst, Long ago, with Rose the First I was walking; joyous then Far above all other men, Till before us up there stood Britonfe"

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

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

"In spring and summer winds may blow, And rains fall after, hard and fast; The tender leaves, if beaten low, Shine but the more for shower and blast B"

"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 t"

"Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak Four not exempt from pride some future day. Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek, Over my open"

"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 w"

"Stand close around, ye Stygian set, With Dirce in one boat conveyed, Or Charon, seeing, may forget That he is old and she a shade."

"How many verses have I thrown Into the fire because the one Peculiar word, the wanted most, Was irrecoverably lost!"

"Over his millions Death has lawful power, But over thee, brave DOssoli! none, none. After a longer struggle, in a fight Worthy of Italy, to youth"

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

"Yes; I write verses now and then, But blunt and flaccid is my pen, No longer talkd of by young men As rather clever; In the last quarter are my e"

"One day, when I was young, I read     About a poet, long since dead,     Who fell asleep, as poets do     In writing--and make others too."

"An ancient chestnuts blossoms threw Their heavy odour over two: Leucippe, it is said, was one; The other, then, was Alciphron. Come, come! why s"

"Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes Of anger long burst forth; Inconstantly the south-wind blows, But steadily the north. Thy star, O Venus!"

"I held her hand, the pledge of bliss, Her hand that trembled and withdrew; She bent her head before my kiss... My heart was sure that hers was true"

"Remain, ah not in youth alone! Tho' youth, where you are, long will stay, But when my summer days are gone, And my autumnal haste away. 'Can I be"

""There is no easy path leading out of life, and few easy ones that lie within it." "The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love."

"Ternissa! you are fled!     I say not to the dead,     But to the happy ones who rest below:     For, surely, surely, where     Your voice and"

"There is a flower I wish to wear, But not until first worn by you, Heartsease of all earths flowers most rare; Bring it; and bring enough for two."

""My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them." "The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted cha"

"God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers Oer the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrin"

"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 meander"

"You smild, you spoke, and I believd, By every word and smile deceivd. Another man would hope no more; Nor hope I what I hopd before: But let n"

"The fault is not mine if I love you too much, I loved you too little too long, Such ever your graces, your tenderness such, And the music the heart"

"To write as your sweet mother does Is all you wish to do. Play, sing, and smile for others, Rose! Let others write for you. Or mount again your D"

"Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er, And sooner beauty's heavenly smile: Grant only (and I ask no more), Let love remain that little while."

"Once, and once only, have I seen thy face,     Elia! once only has thy tripping tongue     Run o'er my breast, yet never has been left     Impr"

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

"Come, Sleep! but mind ye! if you come without The little girl that struck me at the rout, By Jove! I would not give you half-a-crown For all your p"

"To turn my volumes oer nor find (Sweet unsuspicious friend!) Some vestige of an erring mind To chide or discommend, Believe that all were lovd"

"The gates of fame and of the grave     Stand under the same architrave."

"You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, By every word and smile deceived. Another man would hope no more; Nor hope I what I hoped before: But let n"

""No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner." "There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer." ""

"Yes; I write verses now and then,     But blunt and flaccid is my pen,     No longer talkt of by young men     As rather clever:     In the l"

"I come to visit thee agen, My little flowerless cyclamen; To touch the hand, almost to press, That cheerd thee in thy loneliness. What could thy"

"Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak Four not exempt from pride some future day. Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek, Over my open"

"Rhaicos was born amid the hills wherefrom Gnidos the light of Caria is discernd And small are the white-crested that play near, And smaller onward"

"Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream; I wish no happier one than to be laid Beneath a cool syringas scented shade, Or wavy willow, by the run"

"Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not"

"Is it not better at an early hour In its calm cell to rest the weary head, While birds are singing and while blooms the bower, Than sit the fire ou"

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

"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"

"When the buds began to burst, Long ago, with Rose the First I was walking; joyous then Far above all other men, Till before us up there stood Bri"

"Pleasure! why thus desert the heart     In its spring-tide?     I could have seen her, I could part,     And but have sigh'd!     O'er every"

"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. Yes; I forgot;"

"Go then to Italy; but mind     To leave the pale low France behind;     Pass through that country, nor ascend     The Rhine, nor over Tyrol wen"

"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, Soft airs,"

"The leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; So have I too. Scarcely on any bough is heard Joyous, or even unjo"