Maxioms by 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.
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.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
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.
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.
