Walter Savage Landor
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Walter Savage Landor
Walter Savage Landorwas an English writer and poet. His best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylmer, but the critical acclaim he received from contemporary poets and reviewers was not matched by public popularity. As remarkable as his work was, it was equalled by his rumbustious character and lively temperament...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 January 1775
friendship girl hatred
No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.
humanity earth divine
There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.
library exploring
Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.
oil childhood age
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
music art inspiration
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
friendship virtue
Virtue is presupposed in friendship.
kings greatness pedestal
The tomb is the pedestal of greatness. I make a distinction between God's great and the king's great.
strife quarrels
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
greatness
Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.
grace thrones kneeling
Piety--warm, soft, and passive as the ether round the throne of Grace--is made callous and inactive by kneeling too much.
learning grease delight
I delight in the diffusion of learning; yet, I must confess it, I am most gratified and transported at finding a large quantity of it in one place; just as I would rather have a solid pat of butter at breakfast, than a splash of grease upon the table-cloth that covers half of it.
sky rainbow shining
I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not to call them back; 'twere vain: In this, or in some other spot, I know they'll shine again.
kings war play
Kings play at war unfairly with republics; they can only lose some earth, and some creatures they value as little, while republics lose in every soldier a part of themselves.
time dust sublime
The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.