| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Advice |
| | | Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
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| TO write as your sweet mother does | |
| Is all you wish to do. | |
| Play, sing, and smile for others, Rose! | |
| Let others write for you. | |
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| Or mount again your Dartmoor grey, | 5 |
| And I will walk beside, | |
| Until we reach that quiet bay | |
| Which only hears the tide. | |
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| Then wave at me your pencil, then | |
| At distance bid me stand, | 10 |
| Before the cavern’d cliff, again | |
| The creature of your hand. | |
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| And bid me then go past the nook | |
| To sketch me less in size; | |
| There are but few content to look | 15 |
| So little in your eyes. | |
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| Delight us with the gifts you have, | |
| And wish for none beyond: | |
| To some be gay, to some be grave, | |
| To one (blest youth!) be fond. | 20 |
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| Pleasures there are how close to Pain, | |
| And better unpossest! | |
| Let poetry’s too throbbing vein | |
| Lie quiet in your breast. | |
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