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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.

– W.S. Landor

(1775-1864)

This is recorded in AKS Diary ‘on 13.06.2005’. These are from the just four-line powerful poem of W. H. Landor (1775-1964) titled ‘ Dying Speech of An Old Philosopher’. Landor’s best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylmer.

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