Letitia Elizabeth Landon (August 14, 1802 – October 15, 1838) was an English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L. E. L.
- Alas! we make
A ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,
But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolves
Look down upon our slumbering acts.
- A History of the Lyre
- You may find many a brighter one
Than your own rose, but there are none
So true to thee, Love.
- Song ("Are other eyes beguiling, Love?")
- These are thy bridal flowers
I am now wreathing;
This is thy marriage hymn
I am now breathing.
- Sketch the first. "A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world. She sends forth her sympathies in adventure; she embarks her whole shoal in the traffic of love, and, if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless; it is a bankruptcy of the heart."'
- But ignorance is happiness,
When young Hope is to show the way;
- TEN YEARS AGO.
- It is a night of summer,--and the sea
Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.
- Then they were silent:--words are little aid
To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made
By the heart's beat alon.
- I do love violets:
They tell the history of woman's love;
- Roland's Tower
- The father had prayed o'er his only son!
- The Soldier's Funeral
- Oh, tears are a most worthless token,
When hearts they would have soothed are broken.
- The Painter's Love
- Oh, softest is the cheek's love-ray
When seen by moonlight hours
- When Should Lovers Breathe Their Vows?