Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

Walter Savage Landor Poems

1. Lately Our Poets 1/3/2003
2. Finis 1/4/2003
3. Twenty Years Hence 1/3/2003
4. The Dragon-Fly 1/3/2003
5. Resignation 1/4/2003
6. Why, Why Repine 1/3/2003
7. What News 1/3/2003
8. Verse 1/3/2003
9. Corinna, From Athens, To Tanagra 1/3/2003
10. Soon, O Ianthe! Life Is O'Er 1/3/2003
11. Mild Is The Parting Year 1/3/2003
12. On An Eclipse Of The Moon 1/3/2003
13. Fæsulan Idyl 1/3/2003
14. Remain! 1/4/2003
15. Alciphron And Leucippe 1/3/2003
16. Ianthe! You Are Call'D To Cross The Sea! 1/3/2003
17. Separation 1/4/2003
18. Of Clementina 1/3/2003
19. A Critic 4/16/2010
20. A Prophecy 4/16/2010
21. A Railroad Eclogue 4/16/2010
22. Damaetas And Ida 4/16/2010
23. Defiance 4/16/2010
24. Farewell To Italy 4/16/2010
25. For An Epitaph At Fiesole 4/16/2010
26. From “myrtis” 4/16/2010
27. Advice 4/16/2010
28. Aeschylos And Sophocles 4/16/2010
29. Aletheia To Phraortes 4/16/2010
30. Along This Coast I Led The Vacant Hours 4/16/2010
31. An Invocation 4/16/2010
32. Hyperbion 4/16/2010
33. Lines To A Dragon Fly 4/16/2010
34. Little Aglaë 4/16/2010
35. Macaulay 4/16/2010
36. In After Time 4/16/2010
37. Myrtis 4/16/2010
38. On Lady Charles Beauclerc's Death 4/16/2010
39. On Living Too Long 4/16/2010
40. On Lucretia Borgia’s Hair 4/16/2010

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Best Poem of Walter Savage Landor

You Smiled, You Spoke, And I Believed

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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Lately Our Poets

Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;
I fancied I had strength enough to climb
A loftier station at no distant time,
And might securely from intrusion doze
Upon the flowers thro' which Ilissus flows.
In those pale olive grounds all voices cease,
And from afar dust fills the paths of Greece.
My sluber broken and my doublet torn,

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