Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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CCVII. TO LADY CHARLES BEAUCLERK.
No, Teresita, never say
That uncle Landor's worthless lay
Shall find its place among your treasures.
Altho' his heart is not grown old,
Yet are his verses far too cold
For bridal bowers or festive measures.
That uncle Landor's worthless lay
Shall find its place among your treasures.
Altho' his heart is not grown old,
Yet are his verses far too cold
For bridal bowers or festive measures.
He knows you lovely, thinks you wise,
And still shall think so if your eyes
Seek not in noiser paths to roam;
But rest upon your forest-green,
And find that life runs best between
A tender love and tranquil home.
And still shall think so if your eyes
Seek not in noiser paths to roam;
But rest upon your forest-green,
And find that life runs best between
A tender love and tranquil home.
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