“Patience, piety, and salutary knowledge spring up and ripen under the harrow of affliction; before there is wine or oil, the grape must be trodden and the oil pressed.”
Quote by Walter Savage Landor
“Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's.”
Source: Delphi Collected Poetical Works of Walter Savage Landor (Illustrated)
“To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.”
Source: Selections from the Writings of Walter Savage Landor
“Other offences, even the greatest, are the violation of one law: despotism is the violation of all.”
Source: Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen
“It often comes into my head That we may dream when we are dead, But I am far from sure we do. O that it were so! then my rest Would be indeed among the blest; I should for ever dream of you.”
Source: Delphi Collected Poetical Works of Walter Savage Landor (Illustrated)
“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.”
“There is only one word of tenderness we could say, which we have not said oftentimes before ; and there is no consolation in it. The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.”
Source: The Works of Walter Savage Landor
“Dignity, in private men and in governments, has been little else than a stately and stiff perseverance in oppression; and spirit, as it is called, little else than the foam of hard-mouthed insolence.”
Source: Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen
“I have suffered more from my bad dancing than from all the misfortunes and miseries of my life put together.”
Source: The letters of Walter Savage Landor to Marguerite, Countess of Blessington
“The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.”
Source: Selections from the Writings of Walter Savage Landor
“Why cannot we be delighted with an author, and even feel a predilection for him, without a dislike of others? An admiration of Catullus or Virgil, of Tibullus or Ovid, is never to be heightened by a discharge of bile on Horace.”
Source: Selections from the Writings of Walter Savage Landor
