Walter Savage Landor quotes - page 3
Many love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by What tears from far-off sources dim the eye Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play, And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, Mind how at every touch, at every tone, A spark of life hath glistened and hath gone.
Walter Savage Landor
In the hours of distress and misery, the eyes of every mortal turn to friendship in the hours of gladness and conviviality, what is our want It is friendship. When the heart overflows with gratitude, or with any other sweet or sacred sentiment, what is the word to which it would give utterance A friend.
Walter Savage Landor