Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ Now look on my face, is not death written there?
It came on the night wind, it came in the hour,
When the planet shines forth and the spirit has power:
I heard the sad music that wailing past by,
It call'd me, my father, it call'd me to die. ”

“ Our early friends, those of our youth?
⁠We cannot feel again
The earnest love, the simple truth,
⁠Which made us such friends then.
We grow suspicious, careless, cold;
We love not as we loved of old. ”

“ Nantz is a fair city, but it seemed the very fairest in the world to the traveller, for he had been absent years: he left it poor, but he came back rich; and the home of his youth was again to be the home of his age.
"Drop down your oars, the waters trace
⁠Their own path fast enough for me;
Life sometimes asks a breathing space—
⁠Such I am fain this hour should be. ”