Walter Savage Landor Quotes

• Ireland never was contented… Say you so? You are demented. Ireland was contented when All could use the sword and pen, And when Tara rose so high That her turrets split the sky, And about her courts were seen Liveried Angels robed in green, Wearing, by St. Patrick’s bounty, Emeralds big as half a county.

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• I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art.

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• Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

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• There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave.

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• Thee gentle Spenser fondly led; But me he mostly sent to bed.

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• There is delight in singing, tho’ none hear Beside the singer.

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• Past ruined I lion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades; Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives Immortal youth to mortal maids.

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• Fleas know not whether they are upon the body of a giant or upon one of ordinary size.

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• Clear writers, like clear fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

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• Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine!

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• Every sect is a moral check on its neighbor. Competition is as  wholesome in religion as in commerce.

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• I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

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  There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

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• The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.

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• Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

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• Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

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• Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.

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• Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.

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• Great men lose somewhat of their greatness by being near us; ordinary men gain much.

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• Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.

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Walter Savage Landor (49)

Birth:	30th January, 1775
Death:	17th September, 1864
Nationality:	British
Profession:	Poet, Writer

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