“Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.”
―Pericles and Aspasia by Walter Savage Landor
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Walter Savage Landor, from “Rose Aylmer”
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Walter Savage Landor, Death Stands Above Me
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Poem of the Day 22 February 2024
Walter Savage Landor. 1775-1864
Absence
HERE, ever since you went abroad,
If there be change no change I see:
I only walk our wonted road,
The road is only walk'd by me.
Yes; I forgot; a change there is—
Was it of that you bade me tell?
I catch at times, at times I miss
The sight, the tone, I know so well.
Only two months since you stood here?
Two shortest months? Then tell me why
Voices are harsher than they were,
And tears are longer ere they dry.
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We are what suns and winds and waters make us…
excerpt from ‘An Invocation’, by Walter Savage Landor
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"Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another."
Walter Savage Landor (30th January 1775-1864)
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Last Lines
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.
Walter Savage Landor
From A Poets' Commonwealth (Second Impression, pub. 1928)
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Walter Savage Landor - Epitáfio
"Epitáfio", um poema de Walter Savage Landor
Não lutei com ninguém; nada valia a lida.Amei a natureza, e, tanto quanto, a arte;As mãos, estas aqueci no fogo da vidaQue naufraga; estou pronto para o desate.
Trad.: Nelson Santander
REPUBLICAÇÃO: poema publicado na página originalmente em 09/02/2019
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Dying Speech of an Old…
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A poem by Walter Savage Landor
Child of a Day
Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!
And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!
Thou wilt not ever see her weep.
Walter Savage Landor
(1775-1864)
Image: Mrs. Peale Lamenting the Death of her Child by Charles Willson Peale (Philadelphia Museum of Art)
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"Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked."
Walter Savage Landor - 1775-1864 - English Writer, Poet and Activist
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Nature I loved, and, next to nature, art
This gunmetal-blue ladybug was introduced into Hawaii in a successful attempt to control an insect pest called the spiraling whitefly. But it also does an efficient number on aphids like the one whose not yet fully eaten body lies, for the moment, above.
“Liberty Loans. Official Liberty Bond car, and tank,” Washington, 1918. Harris & Ewing Collection, Library of…
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What is reading but silent conversation?
Walter Savage Landor, Imaginary Conversations
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Walter Savage Landor, from “On His Own Death”
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Walter Savage Landor: Kindness
“Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.”
—Walter Savage Landor.
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Poem of the Day 16 March 2023
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 not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
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“We are what suns and winds and waters make us…”
excerpt from ‘An Invocation’, by Walter Savage Landor
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