Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1802-1838 / England)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems

1. Alexander And Phillip 4/12/2010
2. Amelioration And The Future, Man's Noble Tasks 4/12/2010
3. Cafes In Damascus 4/12/2010
4. Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley 4/12/2010
5. Hannibal's Oath 4/12/2010
6. Love Nursed By Solitude. By W. I. Thomson, Edinburgh 4/12/2010
7. Nymph And Zephyr: A Statuary Group. By Westmacott 4/12/2010
8. On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples 4/12/2010
9. Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
10. The Country Retreat 4/12/2010
11. The Enchanted Island. By Danby 4/12/2010
12. The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard 4/12/2010
13. The Hindoo Girl’s Song 4/12/2010
14. The Nizam’s Daughter 4/12/2010
15. The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill 4/12/2010
16. The Poor 4/12/2010
17. The Combat. By Etty 4/12/2010
18. The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside 4/12/2010
19. The Soldier's Grave 4/12/2010
20. The Sultana's Remonstrance 4/12/2010
21. The Troubadour. Canto 1 4/12/2010
22. The Troubadour. Canto 4 4/12/2010
23. 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
24. The Minster 4/12/2010
25. The Zenana 4/12/2010
26. Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India 4/12/2010
27. The Troubadour. Canto 2 4/12/2010
28. The Troubadour. Canto 3 4/12/2010
29. The Orphan 4/12/2010
30. The Pilgrim 4/12/2010
31. Sir Walter Scott 4/12/2010
32. Portrait Of A Lady. By Sir Thomas Lawrence 4/12/2010
33. Scenes In London Ii - Oxford Street 4/12/2010
34. Furness Abbey 4/12/2010
35. Scenes In London Iv - The City Churchyard 4/12/2010
36. The Funeral 4/12/2010
37. Hebe 4/12/2010
38. The Record 4/12/2010
39. The Reply Of The Fountain 4/12/2010
40. The Ruined Cottage 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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A Suttee

GATHER her raven hair in one rich cluster,
Let the white champac light it, as a star
Gives to the dusky night a sudden lustre,
Shining afar.

Shed fragrant oils upon her fragrant bosom,
Until the breathing air around grows sweet;
Scatter the languid jasmine's yellow blossom
Beneath her feet.

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