Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

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A thousand songs from a thousand boughs
The glad birds' pleasure declare ;
The rills are laughing in crystal light—
For the presence of Spring is there.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Whenever I hear a man talking of the advantages of our ill-used sex, I look upon it as the prelude to some new act of authority.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
In moments of great anxiety there is a sort of natural superstition about the heart, which the reason rejects in cooler moments.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I envy thee, thou careless wind !
How light, how wild thy wandering :
Thou hast no earthly chain, to bind
One fetter on thy airy wing.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Ridicule is the re-action of enthusiasm. Sentiment was considered confined to schools ; and, so far from affecting too much feeling, people were beginning to be ashamed of having any.

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On the horizon is a star,
Its earliest, loveliest one by far ;
A blush is yet upon the sky,
As if too beautiful to die,—
A last gleam of the setting sun,
Like hope when love has just begun ;

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I own that I have known greater misfortunes in life than that a young gentleman and lady of twenty should have to wait a twelve-month before they were married; but every person considers their own the worst that ever happened…

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I can pass days
Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees,
Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,—
The breeze like music wandering o'er the boughs,—
Each tree a natural harp,— each different leaf
A different note, blent in one vast thanks-giving.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Oh, tears are a most worthless token,
When hearts they would have soothed are broken.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The early graced of Grecian song,
The fragrant myrtle tree;
For it doth speak of happy love,
The delicate, the true.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Everybody has some particular point on which they pique themselves ; generally something which ill deserves the pride bestowed upon it.

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Never, dear father, love can be,
Like the dear love I had for thee!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
[Alvine] Oh, that sweet ring of graceful figures ! one
Flings her white arms on high, and gaily strikes
Her golden cymbals — I can almost deem
I hear their beatings; one with glancing feet
Follows her music, while her crimson cheek
Is flushed with exercise, till the red grape
'Mid the dark tresses of a sister nymph
Is scarcely brighter ; there another stands,
A darker spirit yet, with joyous brow,
And holding a rich goblet ;

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
For love is like the breathing wind,
That everywhere may entrance find.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
What a falsehood it is to say that genius and industry are incompatible ! Does one work of genius exist that has not also been a work of labour ?

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Ah, deeply the Minstrel has felt all he sings,
Every passion he paints his own bosom has known ;
No note of wild music is swept from the strings,
But first his own feelings have echoed the tone.

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Pure as the snow the summer sun
Never at noon hath look'd upon, —
Deep, as is the diamond wave,
Hidden in the desart cave, —
Changeless, as the greenest leaves
Of the wreath the cypress weaves, —
Hopeless, often, when most fond,
Without hope or fear beyond
Its own pale fidelity, —
And this woman's love can be!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Oh, she had yet the task to learn
How often woman's heart must turn
To feed upon its own excess
Of deep yet passionate tenderness!
How much of grief the heart must prove
That yields a sanctuary to love!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
—vanity, like all social vices, craves for novelty ;

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
He had a power; in his eye
There was a quenchless energy,
A spirit that could dare
The deadliest form that Death could take,
And dare it for the daring's sake.

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For my spirit hath left her earthly home
And found a nobler dwelling,
Where the music of light is that of life,
And the starry harps are swelling.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Another soft and scented page,
Fill'd with more honied words !
What motives to a pilgrimage
A shrine like mine affords !
I know, before I break the seal,
The words that I shall find:—

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
His mind divided! Verily, that is making two bites of a cherry.

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An Alma girl! oh shame, deep shame,
To Brahma's race and Brahma's name!
Unmarked, unpitied, she turned aside,
For a moment her bursting tears to hide.
None thought of the Bayadere, till the fire
Blazed redly and fiercely the funeral pyre,
Then like a thought she darted by,
And sprang on the burning pile to die!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Our first love-letter... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say — the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon