Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in The New Monthly 1825
(1825)
“ She had known than dreamed woe, as her chief grief Had been a fading flower, a falling leaf. Her song was as the red wine sparkling up, Gaily o'erflowing from a festal cup. Her step was light as wont to move along To the gay cymbal and the choral song; Her laugh was glad as one who rather chose To dwell upon life's pleasures, than life's woes. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in The New Monthly 1825
(1825)
“ Erinna. Fashion’d by Nature in her gentlest mood, Almost for human brow too fair, too good; 'Twas a sweet face, a face of smiles, of tears. Of all that soothes and softens, wins, endears; Bearing the omen of its early fate:— The rose upon her lip was delicate, Her youthful cheek was pale, and all too plain Was seen the azure wandering of the vein, That shone in the clear temple, as if care, Wasting to sickness, had been working there. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
Landon in The New Monthly 1825
(1825)
“ They may not dare be true: What am I, that I should forsake The path which all pursue? 'Tis sad to see how all around To gilded idols kneel; And strive to be like one of those Who cannot think or feel. ”
