Poem by Walter Savage Landor

Idle Words

They say that every idle word
Is numbered by the Omniscient Lord.
O Parliament! 'tis well that He
Endureth for Eternity,
And that a thousand Angels wait
To write them at thy inner gate.

1. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
2. Well I Remember How You Smiled
3. A Pastoral
4. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
5. To Wordsworth

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