Absence (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Here, ever since you went abroad, If there be change no change I see: I only walk our wonted road, The road is only walk'd by me. continue reading
Autumn (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray continue reading
Late Leaves (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) The leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; continue reading
Of Clementina (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) In Clementina's artless mien Lucilla asks me what I see, And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me? continue reading
Rose Aylmer (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine! continue reading
Separation (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) 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. continue reading
Twenty Years Hence (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, If not quite dim, yet rather so; continue reading
Years (by: Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)) Years, many parti-colour'd years, Some have crept on, and some have flown continue reading
