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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Posts Tagged ‘Walter Savage Landor’
On Seeing A Hair Of Lucretia Borgia by Walter Savage Landor
Posted in I-L, Poems of Other Poets, tagged calm hair meandering in pellucid gold, high for adoration, now dust, On Seeing A Hair Of Lucretia Borgia, poems, poetry, too august, Walter Savage Landor on May 10, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Borgia, thou once wert almost too august
And high for adoration; now thou’rt dust;
All that remains of thee these plaits unfold,
Calm hair, meandering in pellucid gold.
Dying Speech Of An Old Philosopher by Walter Savage Landor
Posted in I-L, Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher, fire of life, last words, poems, poetry, Walter Savage Landor on April 15, 2013| 4 Comments »
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.
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