Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1802-1838 / England)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems

1. A Child Screening A Dove From A Hawk. By Stewardson 4/12/2010
2. A Legend Of Tintagel Castle 4/12/2010
3. A Suttee 4/12/2010
4. Alexander And Phillip 4/12/2010
5. Amelioration And The Future, Man's Noble Tasks 4/12/2010
6. Cafes In Damascus 4/12/2010
7. Children 4/12/2010
8. Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley 4/12/2010
9. Fairies On The Sea Shore. By Howard 4/12/2010
10. Fountain’s Abbey 4/12/2010
11. Furness Abbey 4/12/2010
12. Girl At Her Devotions. By Newton 4/12/2010
13. Hannibal's Oath 4/12/2010
14. Hebe 4/12/2010
15. Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson 4/12/2010
16. Kate Kearney 4/12/2010
17. Little Red Riding Hood 1/6/2015
18. Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood 4/12/2010
19. Love Nursed By Solitude. By W. I. Thomson, Edinburgh 4/12/2010
20. Nymph And Zephyr: A Statuary Group. By Westmacott 4/12/2010
21. On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples 4/12/2010
22. Portrait Of A Lady. By Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
23. Revenge 12/31/2002
24. Scenes In London I - Piccadilly 4/12/2010
25. Scenes In London Ii - Oxford Street 4/12/2010
26. Scenes In London Iii - The Savoyard In Grosvenor Square 4/12/2010
27. Scenes In London Iv - The City Churchyard 4/12/2010
28. Secrets 1/1/2004
29. She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth 4/12/2010
30. Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
31. Sir Walter Scott 4/12/2010
32. The African Prince 4/12/2010
33. The Combat. By Etty 4/12/2010
34. The Country Retreat 4/12/2010
35. The Crusader 4/12/2010
36. The Enchanted Island. By Danby 4/12/2010
37. The Fairy Of The Fountains 4/12/2010
38. The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard 4/12/2010
39. The Funeral 4/12/2010
40. The Hindoo Girl’s Song 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Revenge

Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air
Her breath perfumed the while:

And wake for her the gifted line,
That wild and witching lay,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,
That only owns her sway.

'Tis well: I am revenged at last,—
Mark you that scornful cheek,—
The eye averted as you pass'd,
Spoke more than words could speak.

Ay, now by all the bitter tears
That I have shed for thee,—
The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
Avenged they ...

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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
The current cold and deadly to the heart.
Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy
Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:--
A word is but a breath of passing air.

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