Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes
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The dying chief sprang to his knee,And the staunch'd wounds well'd fearfully;But his gash'd arm, what is it now?Livid his lip, and black his brow,While over him the slayer stood,As if he almost scorn'd the bloodThat cost so little to be won,-He strikes,-the work of death is done!
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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 scar of fire, the dint of steel,Are easier than Love's wounds to heal.
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I rather disdained than coveted the luxuries I saw : alas ! we desire riches more for others than ourselves.
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AY, screen thy favourite dove, fair child,Ay, screen it if you may,-Yet I misdoubt thy trembling handWill scare the hawk away.
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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!
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There is a favourite in every family; and, generally speaking, that favourite is the most troublesome member in it.
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Where, oh, where's the chain to fling,One that will chain Cupid's wing-One that will have longer powerThan the April sun or shower?
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What a mistake rage is ! anger should never go beyond a sneer, if it really desires revenge.
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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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But youth is as a flowing stream, on whose current the shadow may rest but not remain.
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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.
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November's night is dark and drear,The dullest month of all the year.
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From Castruccio
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This volume was written for children. Miss Landon set out its purpose in the preface.
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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.
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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.
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… who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?
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We again repeat, that there is no temper so communicative as an imaginative one.
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-to enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others; …
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We talk of unsophisticated nature-I should like to know where it is to be found.
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But in this world every thing has its evil ; the dust is on the wheels of the conqueror's chariot-the silken-wrought tapestry covers the mouldering wall;
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Ill-timed admiration is enough to enrage a saint.
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A despotic power makes slaves.