'DO you remember me? or are you proud?'
Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
Ianthe said, and look'd into my eyes.
'A yes, a yes to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.'
| About the poet |
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| By the same poet |
| The Maid's Lament |
| Rose Aylmer |
| Ianthe |
| Twenty Years hence |
| Verse |
| Proud Word you never spoke |
| Resignation |
| Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel |
| Autumn |
| Remain! |
| Absence |
| Of Clementina |
| On Catullus |
| Dirce |
| Alciphron and Leucippe |
| Years |
| Separation |
| Late Leaves |
| Finis |
| Related books |
| Walter Savage Landor at amazon.co.uk |
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