Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1802-1838 / England)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems

1. To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning By Water To His Father’s House At Woolrich 4/12/2010
2. Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India 4/12/2010
3. The Zenana 4/12/2010
4. The Troubadour. Canto 4 4/12/2010
5. The Troubadour. Canto 3 4/12/2010
6. The Troubadour. Canto 2 4/12/2010
7. The Troubadour. Canto 1 4/12/2010
8. The Sultana's Remonstrance 4/12/2010
9. The Soldier's Grave 4/12/2010
10. The Soldier's Funeral 4/12/2010
11. The Sheperd Boy 4/12/2010
12. The Sea-Shore 4/12/2010
13. The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside 4/12/2010
14. The Ruined Cottage 4/12/2010
15. The Reply Of The Fountain 4/12/2010
16. The Record 4/12/2010
17. The Power Of Words 1/1/2004
18. The Poor 4/12/2010
19. The Pilgrim 4/12/2010
20. The Orphan 4/12/2010
21. The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill 4/12/2010
22. The Nizam’s Daughter 4/12/2010
23. The Minister 4/12/2010
24. The Hindoo Girl’s Song 4/12/2010
25. The Funeral 4/12/2010
26. The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard 4/12/2010
27. The Fairy Of The Fountains 4/12/2010
28. The Enchanted Island. By Danby 4/12/2010
29. The Crusader 4/12/2010
30. The Country Retreat 4/12/2010
31. The Combat. By Etty 4/12/2010
32. The African Prince 4/12/2010
33. Sir Walter Scott 4/12/2010
34. Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
35. She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth 4/12/2010
36. Secrets 1/1/2004
37. Scenes In London Iv - The City Churchyard 4/12/2010
38. Scenes In London Iii - The Savoyard In Grosvenor Square 4/12/2010
39. Scenes In London Ii - Oxford Street 4/12/2010
40. Scenes In London I - Piccadilly 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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