Ianthe

Walter Savage Landor

From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
  Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
  Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever.

Next 10 Poems

• 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
• Walter Savage Landor : Lately Our Poets
• Walter Savage Landor : Mild Is The Parting Year
• Walter Savage Landor : Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
• Walter Savage Landor : Of Clementina
• Walter Savage Landor : On An Eclipse Of The Moon
• Walter Savage Landor : On Catullus

Previous 10 Poems

• Walter Savage Landor : I Strove With None
• Walter Savage Landor : I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
• Walter Savage Landor : God Scatters Beauty
• Walter Savage Landor : Fsulan Idyl
• Walter Savage Landor : Finis
• Walter Savage Landor : Dying Speech Of An Old Philosopher
• 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