Walter Savage Landor

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

We talk on principle, but we act on interest

We talk on principle, but we act on interest

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we read more

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under read more

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.