Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1802-1838 / England)

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
The current cold and deadly to the heart.
Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy
Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:--
A word is but a breath of passing air.



Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/3/2014 7:41:00 PM)

    .........so true....and I agree....yes and no are the two most powerful words in the English language....enjoyed this marvelous write... (Report) Reply

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