Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ BY L. E. L.
Rushing, like uncurbed passion, thro' the rocks
Which it has riven with a giant's strength
Down came the gushing waters, heaped with foam,
Like melted pearl, and filling the dark woods
With thunder tuned to music. ”

“ Heaven knows our travellers have sufficiently alloyed the beautiful, and profaned the sublime, by associating these with themselves, the common-place, and the ridiculous; but out upon them, thus to tread on the grey hairs of centuries,—on the untrodden snows of Mont Blanc. ”

“ Bright El Dorado, land of gold,
We have so sought for thee,
There's not a spot in all the globe
Where such a land can be. ”