Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

Rose Aylmer - Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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 sighs
I consecrate to thee.


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  • Alisha Castle (12/28/2015 11:50:00 AM)


    beautiful as usual.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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