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-music's powerIs little felt in sunlit hour;But hear its voice when hopes depart,Like swallows, flying from the heartOn which the summer's late declineHas set a sadness and a sign;. . . . . .How deeply will the spirit feelThe lute, the song's sweet-voiced appeal;And how the heart drink in their sighsAs echoes they from Paradise.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Cecil Forrester was heir to many misfortunes, being handsome, rich, high-born, and clever.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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From Cesario
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Oh! what is memory but a giftWithin a ruin'd temple left,Recalling what its beauties were,And then presenting what they are.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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We talk of unsophisticated nature-I should like to know where it is to be found.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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The discharge of a duty from affection is the best solace for sorrow.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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I am a daughter of that land,Where the poet’s lip and the painter’s handAre most divine, -where the earth and sky,Are picture both and poetry-I am of Florence.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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A despotic power makes slaves.
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Ill-timed admiration is enough to enrage a saint.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Alas! that every lovely thingLives only but for withering,-That spring rainbows and summer shineEnd but in autumn's pale decline.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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The first, the very first; oh! noneCan feel again as they have done;In love, in war, in pride, in allThe planets of life's coronal,However beautiful or bright,-What can be like their first sweet light?
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The fearless make their own way.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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November's night is dark and drear,The dullest month of all the year.
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How sweet on the breeze of the evening swellsThe vesper call of those soothing bells,Borne softly and dying in echoes away,Like a requiem sung to the parting day.
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Oh, she had yet the task to learnHow often woman's heart must turnTo feed upon its own excessOf deep yet passionate tenderness!How much of grief the heart must proveThat yields a sanctuary to love!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Philosophers are moral, and poets are picturesque about the country.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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I rather disdained than coveted the luxuries I saw : alas ! we desire riches more for others than ourselves.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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But youth is as a flowing stream, on whose current the shadow may rest but not remain.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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From Castruccio
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There must be some deep-rooted anti-social principle in every man's nature, so dearly does he love aught that separates him from his kind ; or is it but one of the many shapes taken by that mental kaleidoscope, vanity, the varying and the glittering, the desire of distinction, sinking into that of notice?
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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... oh! love will lastWhen all that made it happiness is past,-When all its hopes are as the glittering toysTime present offers, time to come destroys,-
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I LOVED her! ay, I would have givenA death-bed certainty of heavenIf I had thought it could conferThe least of happiness on her!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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THE present! it is but a drop from the seaIn the mighty depths of eternity.I love it not-it taketh its birthToo near to the dull and the common earth.
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-to enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others; …
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
