Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems
|42.||Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley||4/12/2010|
|43.||Fairies On The Sea Shore. By Howard||4/12/2010|
|44.||The African Prince||4/12/2010|
|45.||Scenes In London Iii - The Savoyard In Grosvenor Square||4/12/2010|
|46.||Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson||4/12/2010|
|47.||The Troubadour. Canto 3||4/12/2010|
|49.||Cafes In Damascus||4/12/2010|
|50.||Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India||4/12/2010|
|52.||Portrait Of A Lady. By Sir Thomas Lawrence||4/12/2010|
|53.||Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood||4/12/2010|
|54.||A Legend Of Tintagel Castle||4/12/2010|
|56.||Nymph And Zephyr: A Statuary Group. By Westmacott||4/12/2010|
|57.||Scenes In London I - Piccadilly||4/12/2010|
|58.||The Fairy Of The Fountains||4/12/2010|
|59.||She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth||4/12/2010|
|61.||The Power Of Words||1/1/2004|
Comments about 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 ...
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.