Walter Savage Landor
Ianthe
FROM you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever.
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| Rose Aylmer |
| Twenty Years hence |
| Verse |
| Proud Word you never spoke |
| Resignation |
| Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel |
| Autumn |
| Remain! |
| Absence |
| Of Clementina |
| Ianthe's Question |
| On Catullus |
| Dirce |
| Alciphron and Leucippe |
| Years |
| Separation |
| Late Leaves |
| Finis |
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