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Poem by Walter Savage Landor


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Ah what avails the sceptred race,
  Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
  Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
  May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
  I consecrate to thee.



Walter Savage Landor


Walter Savage Landor's other poems:
  1. Ianthe! You Are Call'd to Cross the Sea!
  2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
  3. Once, and Once Only, Have I Seen Thy Face
  4. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
  5. Ternissa! You Are Fled!


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