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Walter Savage Landor
1775 - 1864
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Fiesole Idyl
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,
For An Epitaph At Fiesole
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
From "Myrtis"
Friends, whom she look’d at blandly from her couch / And her white wrist above it, gem-bedew’d, / Were arguing with Pentheusa: she had heard
Gebir
First Book. / I sing the fates of Gebir. He had dwelt / Among those mountain-caverns which retain
Gifts Returned
"You must give back," her mother said, / To a poor sobbing little maid, / "All the young man has given you,
God Scatters Beauty
God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers / O’er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. / A hundred lights in every temple burn,
Heartsease
There is a flower I wish to wear, / But not until first worn by you, / Heartsease of all earth’s flowers most rare;
Here, ever since you went abroad,
Here, ever since you went abroad, / If there be change, no change I see, / I only walk our wonted road,
How To Read Me
To turn my volumes o’er nor find / (Sweet unsuspicious friend!) / Some vestige of an erring mind
I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, / Come and share my haunch of venison. / I have too a bin of claret,
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