English Poetry. Walter Savage Landor. Ah What Avails the Sceptred Race. Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор.

Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

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Ah what avails the sceptred race,
  Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
  Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
  May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
  I consecrate to thee.

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. Fiesole Idyl
5. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow

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