Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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Portrait of Letitia Elizabeth Landon Letitia Elizabeth Landon Landon in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book 1836 (1835)

HE lonely cavern, like a chapel carved,
Is situate amid the lonely hills;
The scutcheon, cross, and altar hewn in rock;
And by the altar is a cenotaph.
In marble there a lovely lady lies;
An angel, with a welcome at her side,
A welcome to the soul he beareth heaven.
And near a warrior stands—the desolate!
The wide earth only holds one tomb for him.
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Portrait of Letitia Elizabeth Landon Letitia Elizabeth Landon Landon in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book 1836 (1835)

Sympathy is the softener of death, and memory of the loved and the lost is the earthly shadow of their immortality. But who turns aside amid those crowds that hurry through the thronged and noisy streets?—No one can love London better than I do; but never do I wish to be buried there. It is the best place in the world for a house, and the worst for a grave.
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Portrait of Letitia Elizabeth Landon Letitia Elizabeth Landon Landon in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book 1836 (1835)

Wherein the strange insect that buildeth them dwells.
There is life in the shells that are strewed o’er the sands,
Not filled but with music as on our own strands;
Around me are whitening the bones of the dead,
And a starfish has grown to the rock overhead.
Sometimes a vast shadow goes darkly along,
The shark or the sword-fish, the fearful and strong:
There is fear in the eyes that are glaring around,
As they pass like the spectres of death without sound:
Over rocks, without summer, the dull sea-weeds trail,
And the blossoms that hang there are scentless and pale
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