WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold
Than daisies in the mould, Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,
His name and life's brief date. Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe'er you be,
And, O, pray too for me'
��572 Rose Aylmer
, what avails the sceptred race! Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
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��Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs
I consecrate to thee.
��573 lanthe
\ROM you, lanthe, 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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��574 Icmthe's Question
' I ^\O you remember me ? or are you proud ?> -L/ Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
lanthe 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.'
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