Lately Our Poets

Walter Savage Landor

Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;
I fancied I had strength enough to climb
A loftier station at no distant time,
And might securely from intrusion doze
Upon the flowers thro' which Ilissus flows.
In those pale olive grounds all voices cease,
And from afar dust fills the paths of Greece.
My sluber broken and my doublet torn,
I find the laurel also bears a thorn. 

Next 10 Poems

• 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
• Walter Savage Landor : One Lovely Name
• Walter Savage Landor : Proud Word You Never Spoke
• Walter Savage Landor : Remain!

Previous 10 Poems

• Walter Savage Landor : Late Leaves
• Walter Savage Landor : In Spring And Summer Winds May Blow
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe's Question
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe! You Are Call'd To Cross The Sea
• Walter Savage Landor : Ianthe
• 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