Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
-- Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
-- Rose Aylmer
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
-- Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
-- Rose Aylmer
Related:
- The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
-- Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)
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To Robert... - Taken as a whole, the universe is absurd.
--
Walter Savage... - Past are three summers since she first beheld
The ocean;
all around the child await Some exclamation of amazement... - A rose is a rose is a rose.... --
-'--,... - Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,--
Therefore on him no speech!
And brief for thee, Browning! Since Chaucer was alive... - People, like nails, lose their effectiveness when they lose direction
and begin to bend.
Walter Savage... - What's reading but silent conversation?
-- Walter Savage Landor "Aristoteles and Callisthenes"
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Imaginary Conversations (1824...
From the same category:
- Gimme a beer.
But it's 11 am So float a cornflake in it! --... - If people listened to themselves more often, they would talk less.
Curtois' Rule... - You are in a very creepy room. A sign on the wall says:
"MAGIC "MAGIC is the word"... - if the democratic nations fail,
their failure must be partly attributed to the faulty... - That's right; the upper-case shift works fine on the screen,
but they're not coming out on the damn printer... ...
