Mother, I cannot Mind my Wheel

By Walter Savage Landor 1775–1864
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
         My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
         But Oh, who ever felt as I!

No longer could I doubt him true;
         All other men may use deceit:
He always said my eyes were blue,
         And often swore my lips were sweet.

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Poet Walter Savage Landor 1775–1864

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Subjects Relationships, Living, Separation & Divorce, Men & Women, Jobs & Working, Activities

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Allusion

 Walter Savage Landor

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As a poet, Walter Savage Landor has enjoyed a permanent minority reputation for the classicism of his epigrams and idyls. He was a seriously emulative classicist and wrote a significant proportion of his poetry in Latin, which was also the original language of some of the long and short poems that he published in English. Indeed, he was deterred from making it his chief medium only by the example of John Milton and the advice of . . .

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SUBJECT Relationships, Living, Separation & Divorce, Men & Women, Jobs & Working, Activities

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Allusion

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