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Poem by Walter Savage Landor


To Robert Browning


There is delight in singing, tho' none hear
Beside the singer: and there is delight
In praising, tho' the praiser sit alone
And see the prais'd far off him, far above.
Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,
Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee,
Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale,
No man hath walkt along our roads with step
So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue
So varied in discourse. But warmer climes
Give brighter plumage, stronger wing: the breeze
Of Alpine highths thou playest with, borne on
Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.



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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