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The Death of Socrates, by Jacques-Louis David
Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor

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.

#Romantic #Epigram

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