Ianthe's Question

Walter Savage Landor

‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’
Lightly advancing thro’ her star-trimm’d crowd,
  Ianthe said, and look’d into my eyes.
‘A yes, a yes to both: for Memory
Where you but once have been must ever be,
  And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.’

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• 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
• Walter Savage Landor : On His Eightieth Birthday
• Walter Savage Landor : On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

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• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe
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• 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