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- Author: Walter Savage Landor
- Publisher: Book Jungle
- Year: 2009
- Pages: 536
- ISBN-10: 1438516916
- ISBN-13: 9781438516912
- Format: 19.1 x 23.5 x 2.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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Walter Savage Landor was a 19th century English writer and poet. His best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylme. In Imaginary Conservations Landor used a varied selection of historical characters from Greek philosophers to contemporary writers. He wrote conversations between pairs of characters that covered areas of philosophy, politics, romance and many other topics. This volume also contains some of Landor's poems including, She I love (alas in vain!), Pleasure! why thus desert the heart, Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives, Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!, The gates of fame and of the grave, Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, Here, ever since you went abroad, Tell me not things past all belief, and Proud word you never spoke, but you will.
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- Author: Walter Savage Landor
- Publisher: Book Jungle
- Year: 2009
- Pages: 536
- ISBN-10: 1438516916
- ISBN-13: 9781438516912
- Format: 19.1 x 23.5 x 2.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
Walter Savage Landor was a 19th century English writer and poet. His best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylme. In Imaginary Conservations Landor used a varied selection of historical characters from Greek philosophers to contemporary writers. He wrote conversations between pairs of characters that covered areas of philosophy, politics, romance and many other topics. This volume also contains some of Landor's poems including, She I love (alas in vain!), Pleasure! why thus desert the heart, Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives, Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!, The gates of fame and of the grave, Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, Here, ever since you went abroad, Tell me not things past all belief, and Proud word you never spoke, but you will.
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