Poems by Walter Savage Landor

Death, tho’ I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give...

If I am proud, you surely know,
Ianthe! Who has made me so,
And only should condemn the prid...

If mutable is she I love,
If rising doubts demand their place,
I would adjure them not to mov...

In Clementina's artless mien
Lucilla asks me what I see,
And are the roses of sixteen
Enough ...

In spring and summer winds may blow,
And rain fall after, hard and fast;
The tender leaves, ...

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; ...

Leaf after leaf drops off, flower after flower,
Some in the chill, some in the warmer hour:
...

The leaves are falling; so am I;
The few late flowers have moisture in the eye;
So have I too...

Now thou art gone, tho’ not gone far,
It seems that there are worlds between us;
Shine...

The maid I love ne'er thought of me
Amid the scenes of gaiety;
But when her heart or mine sank...

Mild is the parting year, and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudel...

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! If you felt the pain ...

Often I have heard it said
That her lips are ruby-red.
Little heed I what they say,
I have se...

Damon was sitting in the grove
With Phyllis, and protesting love;
And she was listening; but ...

Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives,
Alcestis rises from the shades;
Verse calls them forth; 'tis v...