Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ And many nam'd her name, and each with praise;
Some with her passionate beauty fill'd their gaze,
Some mark'd her graceful step, and others spoke
Of the so many hearts that own'd the yoke
Of her bewildering smile; meantime, her own
Seem'd as that it no other love had known
Than its sweet love of Nature, music, song,
Which as by right to woman's world belong,
And make it lovely for Love's dwelling place.
Alas! that he should leave his fiery trace!
But this bright creature's brow seem'd all too fair,
Too gay, for Love to be a dweller there;
For Love brings sorrow ”

“ She was all chance, all change; but now
A smile is on her radiant brow,—
A moment, and that smile is fled—
Contempt and scorn are there instead.
Ah, every change of beauty's face
And beauty's mood has its own grace. ”

“ Of Earth's least earthly daughters, one to whom
A gift of soul and loveliness is given,
Only to make men wretched?
There is an antique gem, on which her brow
Retains its graven beauty even now. ”