English writer and poet (1775-1864)
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
"Rose Aylmer"
Cats ask plainly for what they want.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Imaginary Conversations
How delightful it is to see a friend after a length of absence! How delightful to chide him for that length of absence to which we owe such delight.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Imaginary Conversations
This is the pleasantest part of life. Oblivion throws her light coverlet over our infancy; and, soon after we are out of the cradle we forget how soundly we had been slumbering, and how delightful were our dreams. Toil and pleasure contend for us almost the instant we rise from it: and weariness follows whichever has carried us away. We stop awhile, look around us, wonder to find we have completed the circle of existence, fold our arms, and fall asleep again.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Pericles and Aspasia
Modesty is the bridemaid of concord; she not only hangs her garland on the door of the nuptial chamber, but she bestrews with refreshing herbs the whole apartment, every day of life.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Imaginary Conversations
Past are three summers since she first beheld
The ocean; all around the child await
Some exclamation of amazement here:
She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased,
Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Gebir