Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1802-1838 / England)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems

1. Little Red Riding Hood 1/6/2015
2. The Minister 4/12/2010
3. The Nizam’s Daughter 4/12/2010
4. The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside 4/12/2010
5. The Troubadour. Canto 1 4/12/2010
6. Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
7. The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard 4/12/2010
8. The Troubadour. Canto 4 4/12/2010
9. To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning By Water To His Father’s House At Woolrich 4/12/2010
10. The Troubadour. Canto 2 4/12/2010
11. The Troubadour. Canto 3 4/12/2010
12. The Orphan 4/12/2010
13. Sir Walter Scott 4/12/2010
14. The Combat. By Etty 4/12/2010
15. The Country Retreat 4/12/2010
16. The Enchanted Island. By Danby 4/12/2010
17. Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley 4/12/2010
18. The Hindoo Girl’s Song 4/12/2010
19. The Pilgrim 4/12/2010
20. Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India 4/12/2010
21. The Reply Of The Fountain 4/12/2010
22. Scenes In London Iv - The City Churchyard 4/12/2010
23. The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill 4/12/2010
24. The Soldier's Funeral 4/12/2010
25. The Soldier's Grave 4/12/2010
26. The Ruined Cottage 4/12/2010
27. Alexander And Phillip 4/12/2010
28. Amelioration And The Future, Man's Noble Tasks 4/12/2010
29. Scenes In London Ii - Oxford Street 4/12/2010
30. The Sea-Shore 4/12/2010
31. She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth 4/12/2010
32. The Sheperd Boy 4/12/2010
33. The Zenana 4/12/2010
34. Love Nursed By Solitude. By W. I. Thomson, Edinburgh 4/12/2010
35. On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples 4/12/2010
36. The Record 4/12/2010
37. A Suttee 4/12/2010
38. Cafes In Damascus 4/12/2010
39. Hannibal's Oath 4/12/2010
40. Children 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Revenge

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 ...

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Secrets

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.
We see the eye subdued, the practised smile,
The word well weighed before it pass the lip,
And know not of the misery within:
Yet there it works incessantly, and fears
The time to come; for time is terrible,

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