Walter Savage Landor
The work most closely tied to Walter Savage Landor is Imaginary Conversations, a collection of prose dialogues in which he wrote in his characteristic English, with Latin also appearing in his output as a writer and poet.
Landor was born on 30 January 1775 in Warwick. He was educated at Rugby School and later at Trinity College. He went on to work as both a poet and a writer, producing work in English and in Latin across a long career.
Though he held citizenship of Great Britain and later of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Landor did not end his days in England. He died on 17 September 1864 in Florence, having been born in Warwick nearly eighty-nine years earlier.
The Library of Congress catalogs him under the authorized label "Landor, Walter Savage, 1775–1864," a span that runs from the final quarter of the eighteenth century to the middle of the nineteenth. He was a male English writer and poet who worked in both English and Latin, and who died in Florence on 17 September 1864.
Quotes by Walter Savage Landor
Walter Savage Landor's insights on:
There is a desire of property in the sanest and best man, which Nature seems to have implanted as conservative of her works, and which is necessary to encourage and keep alive the arts.
Cruelty on most occasions is like the wind, boisterous in itself, and exciting a murmur and bustle in all the things it moves among.
There is a mountain and a wood between us, / Where the lone shepherd and late bird have seen us / Morning and noon and eventide repass. / Between us now the mountain and the wood / Seem standing darker than last year they stood, / And say we must not cross--alas! alas!
Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.
Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
The eyes of critics, whether in commending or carping, are both on one side, like a turbot’s.
The religion of Christ is peace and good-will, – the religion of Christendom is war and ill-will.
Not dancing well, I never danced at all – and how grievously has my heart ached when others where in the full enjoyment of that conversation which I had no right even to partake.