Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ The days are gone when pilgrims knelt
By sacred spot or shrine;
The cells where saints have lived or died
No more are held divine:
The bough of palm, the scallop-shell,
Are signs of faith no more ”

“ Lawrence Macdonald’s Exhibition of Sculptures.*
She kneels as if in prayer, one graceful arm
Extended to implore: her face is fair,
But calm and somewhat sad: methinks the past
Has taught her life's all general lesson—grief;
But grief which has subsided on that brow
To a sweet gravity, that yet seems strange
In one so young: her lip is cold, and wears
No smile to suit its beauty or its youth. ”

“ We think so much of the present time,
That we cast the past away.
Let us do as they did ere we were born,—
The holly's the wreath for a Christmas morn.
The holly, it is no green-house plant,
But grows in the common air ”