English writer and poet (1775-1864)
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.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
"Rose Aylmer"
This is the pleasantest part of life. Oblivion throws her light coverlet over our infancy; and, soon after we are out of the cradle we forget how soundly we had been slumbering, and how delightful were our dreams. Toil and pleasure contend for us almost the instant we rise from it: and weariness follows whichever has carried us away. We stop awhile, look around us, wonder to find we have completed the circle of existence, fold our arms, and fall asleep again.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Pericles and Aspasia
We talk on principle, but we act on interest.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen
Modesty is the bridemaid of concord; she not only hangs her garland on the door of the nuptial chamber, but she bestrews with refreshing herbs the whole apartment, every day of life.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Imaginary Conversations
Harmonious words render ordinary ideas acceptable; less ordinary, pleasant; novel and ingenious ones, delightful.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Aphorisms
A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR
Imaginary Conversations