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| 4771. | You smiled, you spoke, and I believed by Walter Savage Landor | | 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... |
| 4772. | Separation by Walter Savage Landor | | 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 u... |
| 4773. | Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher by Walter Savage Landor | | 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; ... |
| 4774. | Proud Word You Never Spoke by Walter Savage Landor | | 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... |
| 4775. | Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low by Walter Savage Landor | | 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. ... |
| 4776. | In spring and summer winds may blow by Walter Savage Landor | | 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... |
| 4777. | Do you Remember me? or are you Proud? by Walter Savage Landor | | "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... |
| 4778. | Mild is the Parting Year by Walter Savage Landor | | 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 wai... |
| 4779. | Lately our poets by Walter Savage Landor | | 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... |
| 4780. | On An Eclipse Of The Moon by Walter Savage Landor | | 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... |
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