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Letitia Elizabeth Landon quotes - page 9
THERE rests a shade above yon town, A dark funereal shroud: 'Tis not the tempest hurrying down, 'Tis not a summer cloud. The smoke that rises on the air Is as a type and sign; A shadow flung by the despair Within those streets of thine.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I have a summer gift, A sunny gift for thee : See this white vase, where blooms A beautiful rose tree. And on its crimson leaves Your heart must moralize, For love a lesson takes Of every leaf that dies.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
One of the loveliest daughters of that land, Divinest Greece! that taught the painter's hand To give eternity to loveliness; One of those dark-eyed maids, to whom belong The glory and the beauty of each Song Thy poets breathed, for it was theirs to bless With life the pencil and the lyre's dreams, Giving reality to visioned gleams Of bright divinities.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
He must be rich whom I could love, His fortune clear must be, Whether in land or in the funds, 'Tis all the same to me.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
If the wind murmurs then they seem to hear His voice; and when night falls, the shadows round Seem the dark foldings of his sweeping robe. At noon, when life sees only the clear sky, Feels only the bright sun, the fated one Whom Death hath called, upon the distance marks The heavy shade so soon to shroud All nature from their eyes.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It is strange, though true, that the happiest part of our life is the shortest in detail. We dwell on the tempest that wrecked, the flood that overwhelmed - but we pass over in silence the numerous days we have spent in summer and sunshine.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Ever sits the lady weeping - Weeping night and day - One perpetual vigil keeping, Till life pass away, And she join the seven who sleep.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor e'er can be sincere- And does but waste away the mind On which it preys: in vain Would they in whom its poison lurks A worthier state attain.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
A small clear fountain, with green willow trees; Girdling it round, there is one single spot Where you may sit and rest, its only bank.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It is a humbling thing to human pride to observe that strength of mind does not preserve its possessor from indulging any favourite delusion; but that this very strength gives its own force to the belief.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Is this the curse that is laid on the earth? And must it ever be so, That there can be nothing of human good But must from some evil flow?...
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is a flower, a purple flower Sown by the wind, nursed by the shower, O'er which Love has breathed a power and spell The truth of whispering hope to tell. (According to the Lady's Book of Flowers, 1842, this is the centaury)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The hope that clings to the least glimpse of blue Amid a sky of murkiness; the fear That sickens at itself; the fond deceit, That will not see the truth; the tenderness, That only asks to trust; and, at the last, The knowledge we have known in vain so long Comes like a thunderbolt, and crashes.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Never, dear father, love can be, Like the dear love I had for thee!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
If blasted hopes and ruin'd name, And all the venom Love lends Shame - The violent death, and rabble eye, To look upon its agony; If these are not enough to win A pardon for Earth's deadliest sin, Words will not, cannot! - never dare Tell me it may be won by prayer! The coward prayer, the coward tear, Not from remorse wrung, but from fear!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The loorie brought to his cinnamon nest. The bee from the midst of its honey quest, And open the leaves of the lotus lay To welcome the noon of the summer day.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I will not seek the battle-field - The men I there should meet, What have they done to me to make Shedding their life-blood sweet? It is the veriest madness man In maddest mood can frame, To feed the earth with human gore, And then to call it fame. I have been wrong'd; but were my wrong The deadliest wrong ere done, I would not slay my enemy, But bid him still live on :- And I should deem my vengeance more Than the death-wound in strife- What ills can death inflict like those Heap'd on each hour of life?
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Free, thou sayest,-dream'st thou how? Loathing wouldst thou shun dismay'd Freedom by such ransom paid. -Girl, for thee I'll lay aside Veil of smiles and mask of pride; Shrowds that only ask of Fate Not to seem so desolate. -I am young,-but Age's snow Hides not colder depths below ...
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
She fell as falls the rose in spring, The fairest are ever most perishing, Yet lingers that tale of sorrow and love, Of the Christian maid and her Moslem love; A tale to be told in the twilight hour, For the beauty's tears in her lonely bower.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The fair face painted on the dungeon air, By the strong force of hope, distinct and sweet, Is a good omen. Love mine, I will rest. If my last sleep - it will be full of thee.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It is a fact, that though a Scotchman be the most locomotive of individuals - there is scarcely a habitable part of the globe where he is not to be found - yet nothing ever weakens his attachment to his country.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
... what could have brought him to Dalton. There were no chalybeate-springs, warranted to cure every disease under the sun; no ruins in the neighbourhood, left expressly for antiquarians and pic-nic parties; no fine prospects, which, like music, people make it matter of conscience to admire; no celebrated person had ever been born or buried in its environs; there were no races, no assizes-in short, there was "no nothing."
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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