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WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.
What! you have look'd on Landor and have heardHis agèd lips utter Miltonic thought,
In tones that seem from Bacon's great tongue caught,
Rich, with what wisdom, in each weighty word!
Speech by which they, fit for such food, are stirr'd
To brace their lives to noblest acts,—are taught
The Spartan mood by which the strong are brought
To near all glory, like Jove's dazeless bird,
To know all is, for those who dare, endure,
And grasp success with hands that crush all stings.
O, old man eloquent, your place is sure,
Your place, how high, amid thought's sceptred kings,
The loftier lights and leaders of our race
To right and good, and scorn of meaner things.
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