Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while:
LIFE has dark secrets; and the hearts are few That treasure not some sorrow from the world-- A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown, Yet colouring the future from the past.
The Power of Words
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek. Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
Scenes In London I - Piccadilly
THE sun is on the crowded street, It kindles those old towers; Where England's noblest memories meet, Of old historic hours.
NEVER more, when the day is o'er, Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing—no monks are singing, When the moonlight falls around.
A Legend Of Tintagel Castle
ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode O'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow
Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood
LONG years have past since last I stood Alone amid this mountain scene, Unlike the future which I dreamed, How like my future it has been!
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time, With thy wild and dreaming eyes; Looking onwards to their prime,
AND the night was dark and calm, There was not a breath of air, The leaves of the grove were still, As the presence of death were there;
Nymph And Zephyr: A Statuary Group. By W...
AND the summer sun shone in the sky, And the rose's whole life was in its sigh, When her eyelids were kiss'd by a morning beam,
The Fairy Of The Fountains
WHY did she love her mother's so? It hath wrought her wondrous wo.
Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dim Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him, And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then turn'd away),
A word will fill the little heart With pleasure and with pride; It is a harsh, a cruel thing, That such can be denied.
Fairies On The Sea Shore. By Howard
MY home and haunt are in every leaf, Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--
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Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air
Her breath perfumed the while:
And wake for her the gifted line,
That wild and witching lay,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,
That only owns her sway.
'Tis well: I am revenged at last,—
Mark you that scornful cheek,—
The eye averted as you pass'd,
Spoke more than words could speak.
Ay, now by all the bitter tears
That I have shed for thee,—
The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
Avenged they ...