William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Of ClementinaWalter Savage Landor (17751864)
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Lucilla asks me what I see,
And are the roses of sixteen
Enough for me?
Have I not cull’d as sweet before:
Ah yes, Lucilla! and their fall
I still deplore.
Where Pleasure beams with Heaven’s own light,
More pure, more constant, more serene,
And not less bright.
Whose chain of flowers no force can sever,
And Modesty who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.