Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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[Where Malvern's verdant ridges gleam]
Where Malvern's verdant ridges gleam
Beneath the morning ray,
Look eastward: see Sabrina's stream
Roll rapidly away:
Not even such fair scenes detain
Those who are cited to the main.
Beneath the morning ray,
Look eastward: see Sabrina's stream
Roll rapidly away:
Not even such fair scenes detain
Those who are cited to the main.
It may not be: yet youth returns,
Who runs (we hear) as fast,
And in my breast the fire that burns
She promises shall last.
The lord of these domains was one
Who loved me like an only son.
Who runs (we hear) as fast,
And in my breast the fire that burns
She promises shall last.
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Who loved me like an only son.
I see the garden-walks so trim,
The house-reflecting pond,
I hear again the voice of him
Who seldom went beyond
The Roman camp's steep-sloping side,
Or the long meadow's level ride.
The house-reflecting pond,
I hear again the voice of him
Who seldom went beyond
The Roman camp's steep-sloping side,
Or the long meadow's level ride.
And why? A little girl there was
Who fixt his eyes on home,
Whether she roll'd along the grass,
Or gates and hedges clomb,
Or dared defy Alonzo's tale
(Hold but her hand) to turn her pale.
Who fixt his eyes on home,
Whether she roll'd along the grass,
Or gates and hedges clomb,
Or dared defy Alonzo's tale
(Hold but her hand) to turn her pale.
“Where is she now?” “Not far away.”
“As brave too?” “Yes, and braver;”
She dares to hear her hair turns gray,
And never looks the graver:
Nor will she mind Old Tell-tale more
Than those who sang her charms before.
“As brave too?” “Yes, and braver;”
She dares to hear her hair turns gray,
And never looks the graver:
Nor will she mind Old Tell-tale more
Than those who sang her charms before.
How many idle things were said
On eyes that were but bright!
Their truer glory was delay'd
To guide his steps aright
Whose purest hand and loftiest mind
Might lead the leaders of mankind.
On eyes that were but bright!
Their truer glory was delay'd
To guide his steps aright
Whose purest hand and loftiest mind
Might lead the leaders of mankind.
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