More from Walter Savage Landor

  1. Past are three summers since she first beheld The ocean; all around the child await Some exclamation of amazement here. She coldly said, he…
  2. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
  3. But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue... Shake one, and it awakens; then apply Its polished lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers …
  4. 'Tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids.
  5. When we play the fool, how wide The theatre expands! beside, How long the audience sits before us! How many prompters! what a chorus!
  6. There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer.
  7. Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's, Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee, Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, N…
  8. The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

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