Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in The Literary Gazette 1821…
(1821)
“ But prey'd on the heart that had cherish'd their fire. Thy day-star was even in dawning o'ercast, Thy song in the moment of breathing was past, There is but one heart to lament o'er thy doom, There is but one check will for thee lose its bloom: That cheek will grow pale as thy funeral stone, That heart will soon break, it was truly thine own. ”
