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Landor,
Walter Savage
. English writer and poet
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On His Eightieth Birthday
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Written by:
Walter Savage
Landor
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To my ninth decade I have tottered on,
And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;
She, who once led me where she would, is gone,
So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.
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