The Place Where Soon I Think to Lie, by Walter Savage Landor
The place where soon I think to lie,
In its old creviced nook hard-by
Rears many a weed:
If ...
Poems by Walter Savage Landor
To Robert Browning, by Walter Savage Landor
There is delight in singing, tho’ none hear
Beside the singer: and there is delight
In p...
To the River Avon, by Walter Savage Landor
Avon! Why runnest thou away so fast?
Rest thee before that Chancel where repose
The bones of hi...
To the Sister of Elia, by Walter Savage Landor
Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile!
Again shall Elia's smile
Refresh thy heart, where ...
To Wordsworth, by Walter Savage Landor
Those who have laid the harp aside
And turn’ d to idler things,
From very restlessness h...
Twenty Years Hence My Eyes may Grow, by Walter Savage Landor
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow
If not quite dim, yet rather so,
Still yours from others ...
Various the Roads of Life, by Walter Savage Landor
Various the roads of life; in one
All terminate, one lonely way
We go; and ‘ Is he gone?...
Well I Remember How You Smiled, by Walter Savage Landor
Well I remember how you smiled
To see me write your name upon
The soft sea-sand‘ O! What ...
Where Three Huge Dogs are Ramping Yonder, by Walter Savage Landor
Where three huge dogs are ramping yonder
Before that villa with its tower,
No braver boys, no...
Why, Why Repine, My Pensive Friend, by Walter Savage Landor
Why, why repine, my pensive friend,
At pleasures slipt away?
Some the stern Fates will never...
With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down, by Walter Savage Landor
With rosy hand a little girl prest down
A boss of fresh-cull’ d cowslips in a rill:
Ofte...
Yes; I Write Verses Now and Then, by Walter Savage Landor
Yes; I write verses now and then,
But blunt and flaccid is my pen,
No longer talkt of by youn...
Yes, in This Chancel Once We Sat Alone, by Walter Savage Landor
Yes, in this chancel once we sat alone
O Dorothea! Thou wert bright with youth,
Freshness lik...
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 h...
You Tell Me I Must Come Again, by Walter Savage Landor
You tell me I must come again
Now buds and blooms appear;
Ah! Never fell one word in vain
Of ...