poet Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor

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Dying Speech Of An Old Philosopher

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (1/2/2020 8:11:00 AM)

    Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
    I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
    It sinks; and I am ready to depart.. Falling in love with nature and art. tony

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  • Xavier Wong (5/26/2016 1:29:00 AM)

    Nature is for ever. So is Art.

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