Dying Speech Of An Old Philosopher

Walter Savage Landor

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. 

Next 10 Poems

• Walter Savage Landor : Finis
• Walter Savage Landor : Fsulan Idyl
• Walter Savage Landor : God Scatters Beauty
• Walter Savage Landor : I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
• Walter Savage Landor : I Strove With None
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe! You Are Call'd To Cross The Sea
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe's Question
• Walter Savage Landor : In Spring And Summer Winds May Blow
• Walter Savage Landor : Late Leaves

Previous 10 Poems

• Walter Savage Landor : Do You Remember Me? Or Are You Proud?
• Walter Savage Landor : Dirce
• Walter Savage Landor : Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
• Walter Savage Landor : Death Stands Above Me
• Walter Savage Landor : Corinna, From Athens, To Tanagra
• Walter Savage Landor : Child Of A Day
• Walter Savage Landor : Autumn
• Walter Savage Landor : Alciphron And Leucippe
• Walter Savage Landor : Acon And Rhodope
• Walter Savage Landor : Absence