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Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:

Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:

I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;

It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

Written by

Walter Savage Landor

1775-1864 / English

LinesWords: 435

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