Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

Walter Savage Landor Poems

1. Little Aglaë 4/16/2010
2. Hyperbion 4/16/2010
3. In After Time 4/16/2010
4. I Wander O'Er The Sandy Heath 4/16/2010
5. Lines To A Dragon Fly 4/16/2010
6. Overture 4/16/2010
7. To Sleep 4/16/2010
8. Last Lines 4/16/2010
9. Macaulay 4/16/2010
10. Verses Why Burnt 4/16/2010
11. Wrinkles 4/16/2010
12. On The Death Of M. D’ossoli And His Wife Margaret Fuller 4/16/2010
13. Plays 4/16/2010
14. How To Read Me 4/16/2010
15. Man 4/16/2010
16. Judge And Thief 4/16/2010
17. To Youth 4/16/2010
18. Soon, O Ianthe! Life Is O'Er 1/3/2003
19. To A Cyclamen 4/16/2010
20. Shakespeare And Milton 4/16/2010
21. The Death Of Artemidora 4/16/2010
22. The Hamadryad 4/16/2010
23. Theron And Zoe 4/16/2010
24. Thrasymedes And Eunoe 4/16/2010
25. There Falls With Every Wedding Chime 4/16/2010
26. For An Epitaph At Fiesole 4/16/2010
27. Farewell To Italy 4/16/2010
28. Gebir 4/16/2010
29. The Appeal 4/16/2010
30. On Lady Charles Beauclerc's Death 4/16/2010
31. The Test 4/16/2010
32. Ianthe! You Are Call'D To Cross The Sea! 1/3/2003
33. From “myrtis” 4/16/2010
34. On The Dead 4/16/2010
35. To Ianthe 4/16/2010
36. On Music 4/16/2010
37. The Chrysolites And Rubies Bacchus Brings 1/3/2003
38. On The Conflagration Of The Po 4/16/2010
39. On The Descent Into Hell Of Ezzelino Di Napoli 4/16/2010
40. Myrtis 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Walter Savage Landor

Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low

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.

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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.

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