Poem by Walter Savage Landor

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife: 
         Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: 
I warm’d both hands before the fire of Life; 
         It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

1. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. Rose Aylmer
3. The Poet Who Sleeps
4. Of Clementina
5. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down

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