Love
Smiles Soon Abate; the Boisterous Throe
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throe
Of anger long burst forth:
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
But steadily the north.
Thy star, O Venus! often changes
Its radiant seat above;
The chilling pole-star never ranges.
'Tis thus with hate and love.
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MLA
Landor, Walter Savage. “Smiles Soon Abate; the Boisterous Throe.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/380/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Smiles Soon Abate; the Boisterous Throe.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/380/.
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