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:
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A word will fill the little heart
With pleasure and with pride;
It is a harsh, a cruel thing,
That such can be denied.
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'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
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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.
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SHE sat alone beside her hearth—
For many nights alone;
She slept not on the pleasant couch
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WHY did she love her mother's so?
It hath wrought her wondrous wo.
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LANGUIDLY the night-wind bloweth
From the gardens round,
Where the clear Barrada floweth
With a lulling sound.
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MY home and haunt are in every leaf,
Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--
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THE sun is on the crowded street,
It kindles those old towers;
Where England's noblest memories meet,
Of old historic hours.
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AND the summer sun shone in the sky,
And the rose's whole life was in its sigh,
When her eyelids were kiss'd by a morning beam,
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