Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Biography of Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while:
LIFE has dark secrets; and the hearts are few That treasure not some sorrow from the world-- A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown, Yet colouring the future from the past.
The Power Of Words
'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek. Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
Scenes In London I - Piccadilly
THE sun is on the crowded street, It kindles those old towers; Where England's noblest memories meet, Of old historic hours.
NEVER more, when the day is o'er, Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing—no monks are singing, When the moonlight falls around.
A Legend Of Tintagel Castle
ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode O'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow
Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood
LONG years have past since last I stood Alone amid this mountain scene, Unlike the future which I dreamed, How like my future it has been!
WHY doth the maiden turn away From voice so sweet, and words so dear? Why doth the maiden turn away When love and flattery woo her ear?
Scenes In London Iii - The Savoyard In G...
HE stands within the silent square, That square of state, of gloom; A heavy weight is on the air, Which hangs as o'er a tomb.
Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dim Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him, And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then turn'd away),
I WISH for the days of the olden time, When the hours were told by the abbey chime, When the glorious stars looked down through the midnigh dim,
Fairies On The Sea Shore. By Howard
MY home and haunt are in every leaf, Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time, With thy wild and dreaming eyes; Looking onwards to their prime,
The African Prince
IT was a king in Africa, He had an only son; And none of Europe's crowned kings Could have a dearer one.
Alexander And Phillip
HE stood by the river's side
A conqueror and a king,
None match'd his step of pride
Amid the armed ring.
And a heavy echo rose from the ground,
As a thousand warriors gather'd round.
And the morning march had been long,
And the noontide sun was high,
And weariness bow'd down the strong,