Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
The eyes of critics, whether in commending or carping, are both on one side, like a turbot's. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
In the hours of distress and misery, the eyes of every mortal turn to friendship; in the hours of gladness and conviviality,… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Many love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead, And rise… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
As there are some flowers which you should smell but slightly to extract all that is pleasant in them ... so there are some… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
States, like men, have their growth, their manhood, their decrepitude, their decay. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
The only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Every great writer is a writer of history, let him treat on almost what subject he may. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
The habit of pleasing by flattery makes a language soft; the fear of offending by truth makes it circuitous and conventional. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
