Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
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Walter Savage Landor
1775 - 1864/EnglishWalter Savage Landor was an English writer and poet. His best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylmer, but the critical acclaim he received from contemporary poets and reviewers was not matched by public…
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Death Stands Above Me
Death stands above me, whispering lowI know not what into my ear:
I Strove with None
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,By every word and smile deceived.
The Chrysolites And Rubies Bacchus Brings
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus bringsTo crown the feast where swells the broad-vein'd brow,
The Evening Star
Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throesOf anger long burst forth;
