Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (August 14, 1802 – October 15, 1838) was an English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L. E. L.

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  • 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.
    • Rosalie.
  • Then they were silent:--words are little aid
    To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made
    By the heart's beat alon.
    • Rosalie.
  • 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?

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