Dying Speech Of An Old Philosopher Poem by Walter Savage Landor
Dying Speech Of An Old Philosopher
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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.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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4/27/2024 6:58:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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