Poems by Walter Savage Landor

She I love (alas in vain!)
Floats before my slumbering eyes:
When she comes she lulls my pain,...

No doubt thy little bosom beats
When sounds a wedding bell,
No doubt it pants to taste the swe...

Go then to Italy; but mind
To leave the pale low France behind;
Pass through that country, no...

Barry! Your spirit long ago
Has haunted me; at last I know
The heart it sprung from: one more s...

There are some wishes that may start
Nor cloud the brow nor sting the heart.
Gladly then would ...

Thank Heaven, Ianthe, once again
Our hands and ardent lips shall meet,
And Pleasure, to ass...

Ternissa! You are fled!
I say not to the dead,
But to the happy ones who rest below:
For, s...

Tell me not things past all belief;
One truth in you I prove;
The flame of anger, bright and...

Pursuits! Alas, I now have none,
But idling where were once pursuits,
Often, all morning qu...

Pleasure! Why thus desert the heart
In its spring-tide?
I could have seen her, I could part,
...

One day, when I was young, I read
About a poet, long since dead,
Who fell asleep, as poets...

Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Res...

The torch of Love dispels the gloom
Of life, and animates the tomb;
But never let it idly fla...

Ah, what avails the sceptred race!
Ah, what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!...

Of late among the rocks I lay,
But just behind the fretful spray,
When suddenly a step drew n...