Letitia Elizabeth Landon quotes - page 24
Autumn was falling, but the pine
Seem'd as it mock'd all change; no sign
Of season on its leaf was seen,
The same dark gloom of changeless green.
But like the gorgeous Persian bands
'Mid the stern race of northern lands,
The chesnut boughs were bright with all
That gilds and mocks the autumn's fall.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Pure as the snow the summer sun
Never at noon hath look'd upon, -
Deep, as is the diamond wave,
Hidden in the desart cave, -
Changeless, as the greenest leaves
Of the wreath the cypress weaves, -
Hopeless, often, when most fond,
Without hope or fear beyond
Its own pale fidelity, -
And this woman's love can be!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I kiss'd her lips: oh, God, the chill!
My heart is frozen with it still:-
It was as suddenly on me
Open'd my depths of misery.
I flung me on the ground, and raved,
And of the wind that past me craved
One breath of poison, till my blood
From lip and brow gush'd in one flood.
I watch'd the warm stream of my veins
Mix with the death wounds clotted stains;
Oh! how I pray'd that I might pour
My heart's tide, and her life restore!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is an indolence in grief
Which will not even seek relief.
What is the toil, or care, or pain,
The human heart cannot sustain?
Enough if struggling can create
A change or colour in our fate;
But where's the spirit that can cope
With listless suffering, when hope,
The last of misery's allies,
Sickens of its sweet self, and dies.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
-music's power
Is little felt in sunlit hour;
But hear its voice when hopes depart,
Like swallows, flying from the heart
On which the summer's late decline
Has set a sadness and a sign;. . . . . .
How deeply will the spirit feel
The lute, the song's sweet-voiced appeal;
And how the heart drink in their sighs
As echoes they from Paradise.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
