Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

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Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings — they rarely come single.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The lark is with triumphant song
Singing the rose-touched clouds among:
'Tis there that lighted song has birth,
What hath such hymn to do with earth?

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
But the passion of jealousy cannot exist without the passion of love, and is like its parent, creative, impetuous, and credulous.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
But song has touch'd my lips with fire,
And made my heart a shrine;
For what, although alloy'd, debased,
Is in itself divine.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Though many a flower may win my praise,
The violet has my love;
I did not pass my childish days
In garden or in grove:
My garden was the window-seat,
Upon whose edge was set
A little vase—the fair, the sweet—
It was the violet.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Hope deferred is sickness to the heart — and she was now suffering that sickness, at its worst.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alas!
We give our destiny from our own hands,
And trust to those most frail of all frail things,
The chances of humanity.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It matters not its history; love has wings
Like lightning, swift and fatal, and it springs
Like a wild flower where it is least expected,
Existing whether cherish'd or rejected;

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
We deny that poetry is fiction; its merit and its power lie alike in its truth:

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
In marriage, as in chemistry, opposites have often an attraction.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
A will of his own in a young man without a shilling is a superfluity,

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
To use the established phrase, three months of uninterrupted happiness glided away—a phrase, though in frequent use, whose accuracy I greatly doubt ; there being no such thing as uninterrupted happiness any how or any where.

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Oh! world of sweet phantoms, how precious thou art!
The past is perpetual youth to the heart.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Love, thou hast hopes like summers, short and bright,
Moments of ecstasy, and maddening dreams,
Intense delicious throbs!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Sketches indeed, from that most passionate page,
A woman's heart, of feelings, thoughts, that make
The atmosphere in which her spirit moves;

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
A soft and blue Italian sky, — the blue
That painters and that poets love, — the blue
The lover worships in the maiden's eyes,
Whose beauty is their power and spell.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
She fell as falls the rose in spring,
The fairest are ever most perishing,
Yet lingers that tale of sorrow and love,
Of the Christian maid and her Moslem love ;
A tale to be told in the twilight hour,
For the beauty's tears in her lonely bower.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The sudden start, the rapid step once more,—
As if it would annihilate the time:—
But who may paint the solitude of crime?

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It is an unpleasant thing to differ in opinion with the rest of one's species — it is making a sort of North Pole of one's own, and then setting out in search of it.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
For nothing like the weary step
Betrays the weary heart.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And this is the sum of our mortal state,
The hopes we number,—
Feverish waking, danger, death,
And listless slumber.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
[Julian]
Why did I try a faith I should have known
Spotless as the white dove. I cannot feel
The beating of her heart. I'll kiss the colour
Back to her cheek. Oh, God ! her lip is ice —
There is no breath upon it ! —
AGNES, thy JULIAN is thy murderer !

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I loved him as young Genius loves,
When its own wild and radiant heaven
Of starry thought burns with the light,
The love, the life, by passion given.
I loved him, too, as woman loves—
Reckless of sorrow, sin, or scorn:
Life had no evil destiny
That, with him, I could not have borne!

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is no tie
Like that last holiest link of love, which binds
The lonely child to its more lonely parent.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon