| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | To Age | | By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
| | | WELCOME, old friend! These many years | |
| Have we lived door by door: | |
| The Fates have laid aside their shears | |
| Perhaps for some few more. | |
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| I was indocile at an age | 5 |
| When better boys were taught, | |
| But thou at length hath made me sage, | |
| If I am sage in aught. | |
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| Little I know from other men, | |
| Too little they from me, | 10 |
| But thou hast pointed well the pen | |
| That writes these lines to thee. | |
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| Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope, | |
| One vile, the other vain; | |
| One’s scourge, the other’s telescope, | 15 |
| I shall not see again: | |
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| Rather what lies before my feet | |
| My notice shall engage— | |
| He who hath braved Youth’s dizzy heat | |
| Dreads not the frost of Age. | 20 | | | |
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