Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes
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November's night is dark and drear,The dullest month of all the year.
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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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Who does not know the restlessness of an anticipated arrival ?
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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?
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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!
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Sound peculiarly appeals to memory.
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We again repeat, that there is no temper so communicative as an imaginative one.
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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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I do firmly believe that the Londoner is as contented with his city home as the dweller in the fairest valley among the Appennines ; and that habit brings its usual indifference as to place.
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… ; but conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep ; and habit is our idea of eternity.
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It is curious to observe how little one period resembles another. Centuries are the children of one mighty family, but here is no family-likeness between them.
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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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'Waverley' was the avater (sic) of a new era ;
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of Theatres There, while weeping for sorrows which are not, laughing at the light jest or the ludicrous misadventure, how little is remembered of the want which makes fear the only bond that binds the living to life !
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-true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.
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On this subject any general rule is impossible ; love, like the chamelion, is coloured by the air in which it lives - and the finer the air the richer the colour. Some young ladies have a happy facility of falling in and out of love; their heart, like a raspberry tart, is covered with crosses.
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I wrote my name upon the sand;I thought I wrote it on thine heart.I had no touch of fear, that words,Such words, so graven, could depart.
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It was no fancy, he had named the nameOf love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:
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Unveil’d, unmask’d ! not so, not so !Ah ! thine are closer wornThan those which, in light mockery,One evening thou hast borne.The mask and veil which thou dost wearAre of thyself a part;No mask can ever hide thy faceAs that conceals thy heart.
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In endeavouring to recall a few memorials of Mrs. Lawrence Burgoyne, I do it on the same principle that scientific men collect the bones of a mammoth - the whole exists no longer ; but there are sufficient remains to show that it did exist.