Walter Savage Landor Quotes

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art.

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.

There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave.

Thee gentle Spenser fondly led; But me he mostly sent to bed.

There is delight in singing, tho’ none hear Beside the singer.

Past ruined I lion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids.