English poem

On Living Too Long

Is it not better at an early hour In its calm cell to rest the weary head, While birds are singing and while blooms the bower, Than sit the fire out and go starv'd to bed?

More by Walter Savage Landor

On Catullus
On Himself
On His Eightieth Birthday
On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday
On Lucretia Borgia's Hair
On Music
On The Death Of M. D'Ossoli And His Wife Margaret Fuller
Once, and once only, have I seen thy face,

All 138 poems by Walter Savage Landor