Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1802-1838 / England)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems

1. Little Red Riding Hood 1/6/2015
2. The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside 4/12/2010
3. The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard 4/12/2010
4. Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
5. The Soldier's Grave 4/12/2010
6. The Nizam’s Daughter 4/12/2010
7. The Troubadour. Canto 4 4/12/2010
8. 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
9. The Orphan 4/12/2010
10. The Troubadour. Canto 2 4/12/2010
11. Sir Walter Scott 4/12/2010
12. The Country Retreat 4/12/2010
13. The Enchanted Island. By Danby 4/12/2010
14. Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley 4/12/2010
15. The Combat. By Etty 4/12/2010
16. The Sultana's Remonstrance 4/12/2010
17. The Reply Of The Fountain 4/12/2010
18. Scenes In London Iv - The City Churchyard 4/12/2010
19. The Poor 4/12/2010
20. The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill 4/12/2010
21. The Soldier's Funeral 4/12/2010
22. The Pilgrim 4/12/2010
23. The Ruined Cottage 4/12/2010
24. Scenes In London Ii - Oxford Street 4/12/2010
25. The Sea-Shore 4/12/2010
26. The Hindoo Girl’s Song 4/12/2010
27. The Sheperd Boy 4/12/2010
28. The Funeral 4/12/2010
29. The Zenana 4/12/2010
30. The Minster 4/12/2010
31. The Troubadour. Canto 1 4/12/2010
32. Love Nursed By Solitude. By W. I. Thomson, Edinburgh 4/12/2010
33. Alexander And Phillip 4/12/2010
34. The Record 4/12/2010
35. On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples 4/12/2010
36. Hannibal's Oath 4/12/2010
37. Furness Abbey 4/12/2010
38. The African Prince 4/12/2010
39. Girl At Her Devotions. By Newton 4/12/2010
40. The Crusader 4/12/2010

Comments about Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  • Peter Bolton (6/10/2015 7:49:00 AM)

    It is a shame there are so few of Landon's poems on this site. I have now collected over a thousand.

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  • Mina Rosa Mina Rosa (6/16/2013 8:56:00 PM)

    So good...nice poem...

Best Poem of Letitia Elizabeth Landon


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 ...

Read the full of Revenge

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,

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