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A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British author. "Lord Brooke and Sir Philip Sidney," Imaginary Conversations (1824-1829).)
And about her courts were seen
Liveried angels robed in green,
Wearing, by St Patrick's bounty,
Emeralds big as half the county.

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Ireland Never Was Contented (l. 7-10). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.)
Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Lately Our Poets (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)
My slumber broken and my doublet torn,
I find the laurel also bears a thorn.

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Lately Our Poets (l. 9-10). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)
Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives
Immortal youth to mortal maids.

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Ianthe (l. 3-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art:

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. The Last Fruit Off an Old Tree (l. 7-10). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.)
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow
If not quite dim, yet rather so,
Still yours from others they shall know

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Twenty Years Hence (l. 1-3). . . New Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, The. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1987) Oxford University Press.)
Stand close around,ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat convey'd,
Or Charon, seeing, may forget
That he is old, and she a shade.

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Pericles and Aspasia (l. 5-8). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)
No longer could I doubt him true
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Mother, I Cannot Mind (l. 5-8). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:

(Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), British poet. Mother, I Cannot Mind (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)