Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

Idle Words

They say that every idle word
Is numbered by the Omniscient Lord.
O Parliament! 'tis well that He
Endureth for Eternity,
And that a thousand Angels wait
To write them at thy inner gate.

Walter Savage Landor’s other poems:

  1. Ternissa! You Are Fled!
  2. To Barry Cornwall
  3. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
  4. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
  5. Fiesole Idyl

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