Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark'd with shade.
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark'd with shade.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
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.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
