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• The Maid's Lament

  I LOVED him not; and yet now he is gone,
  I feel I am alone.
  I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Ianthe

  From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
  Like little ripples down a sunny river;
  Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass, …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Verse

  Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives,
  Alcestis rises from the shades;
  Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Resignation

  Why, why repine, my pensive friend,
  At pleasures slipp'd away?
  Some the stern Fates will never lend, …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel

  Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
  My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
  O, if you felt the pain I feel! …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Autumn

  Mild is the parting year, and sweet
  The odour of the falling spray;
  Life passes on more rudely fleet, …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Remain!

  Remain, ah not in youth alone!
  —Tho' youth, where you are, long will stay—
  But when my summer days are gone, …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Of Clementina

  In Clementina's artless mien
  Lucilla asks me what I see,
  And are the roses of sixteen …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Ianthe's Question

  'do you remember me? or are you proud?'
  Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
  Ianthe said, and look'd into my eyes. …

  Walter Savage Landor

• On Catullus

  Tell me not what too well I know
  About the bard of Sirmio.
  Yes, in Thalia's son …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Dirce

  Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
  With Dirce in one boat convey'd!
  Or Charon, seeing, may forget …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Alciphron and Leucippe

  an ancient chestnut's blossoms threw
  Their heavy odour over two:
  Leucippe, it is said, was one; …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Years

  Years, many parti-colour'd years,
  Some have crept on, and some have flown
  Since first before me fell those tears …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Separation

  There is a mountain and a wood between us,
  Where the lone shepherd and late bird have seen us
  Morning and noon and eventide repass. …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Late Leaves

  The leaves are falling; so am I;
  The few late flowers have moisture in the eye;
  So have I too. …

  Walter Savage Landor

• The Old Familiar Faces

  I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
  In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days—
  All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. …

  Charles Lamb

• Hester

  When maidens such as Hester die
  Their place ye may not well supply,
  Though ye among a thousand try …

  Charles Lamb

• On an Infant dying as soon as born

  I SAW where in the shroud did lurk
  A curious frame of Nature's work;
  A floweret crush'd in the bud, …

  Charles Lamb

• Ye Mariners of England

  Ye Mariners of England
  That guard our native seas!
  Whose flag has braved a thousand years …

  Thomas Campbell

• The Battle of the Baltic

  Of Nelson and the North
  Sing the glorious day's renown,
  When to battle fierce came forth …

  Thomas Campbell

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