Letitia Elizabeth Landon: Trending quotes (page 3)

“Around his neck a ribbon clung,
Close to his heart a picture hung :
I saw the face — it was not mine;
I saw, too, a small dagger shine,
A curious toy — you know the rest.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1831-2) The Convict
The Monthly Magazine

Heart

“It was his last, his only field:
They brought him back upon his shield,
But victory was won.
I cannot weep when I recall
Thy land has cause to bless thy fall.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

An Old Man Over the Body of his Son from The London Literary Gazette (1st March 1823) Medallion Wafers
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Victory

“He was an enthusiast—enthusiasm is needed for action; calculation never acts—it is a passive principle.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

“Pictures, bright pictures, oh! they are to me
A world for thought to revel in. I love
To give a history to every face, to think —
As I thought with the painter — as I knew
What his high communing had been.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette, 1823

Love , World , History , Communication

“On a bough,
The only one chained by the honeysuckle,
Sat two white Doves, upon each neck a tint
Like the rose-stain within the delicate shell
Of the sea-pearl, as Love breathed on their plumes.
And each was mirror'd in the other's eyes,
Floating and dark, a paradise of passion.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(10th May 1823) Poetical Catalogue of Paintings - Two Doves in a Grove. Mr. Glover's Exhibition.
24th May 1823) Inez see The Improvisatrice (1824
The London Literary Gazette, 1823

Love , Passion , Sea

“Then out on the folly of ancient times—
The folly which wished you mirth :
Look round on the anguish, look round on the vice,
Then dare to be glad upon earth!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(14th January 1832) Christmas extracts
(28th April 1832) The Little Shroud See The Vow of the Peacock
The London Literary Gazette, 1832

Time

“Where do purple bubbles swim,
But upon the goblet's brim?
Drink not deep, howe'er it glow
Sparkles never lie below.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Golden Violet - Lady Isabelle’s First Song
The Golden Violet (1827)

Lie , Drink

“The wretch who on the scaffold stands
Has some brief time allow’d
For parting grasp of kindly hands,
For farewell to the crowd :”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Madeline
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Time , Parting

“I always wish, in reading my favourite poets, to know what first suggested my favourite poems. Few things would be more interesting than to know under what circumstances they were composed, — how much of individual sentiment there was in each, or how, on some incident seemingly even opposed, they had contrived to ingraft their own associations. What a history of the heart would such annals reveal! Every poem is in itself an impulse.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

History , Reading , Heart

“Alas! for him whose youthful fire
Is vowed and wasted on the lyre,—
Alas! for him who shall essay,
The laurel's long and dreary way!
Mocking will greet, neglect will chill
His spirit's gush, his bosom's thrill;
And, worst of all, that heartless praise
Echoed from what another says.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto I
The Troubadour (1825)

Youth , Way

“[From Ernest von Hermanstadt]; Action—action in the sunshine—passion—but little feeling, and less thought: such was meant to be our existence. But we refine—we sadden and we subdue—we call up the hidden and evil spirits of the inner world—we wake from their dark repose those who will madden us. The heart is like the wood on yonder flickering hearth: green and fresh, haunted by a thousand sweet odours, bathed in the warm air, and gladdened by the summer sunshine—so grew it at first upon its native soil. But nature submitteth to art, and man has appointed for it another destiny: it is gathered, and cast into the fire. It seems, then, as if its life had but just begun. A new spirit has crept into the kindled veins—a brilliant light dances around it—it is bright—it is beautiful—and it is consumed! What remains?—A warmth on the atmosphere soon passing away, and a heap of blackened ashes! What more will remain of the heart?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Life , World , Beauty , Art

“I know a lovely little flower, a flower for which I pine —
I would go gather it, but bars my heavy hours confine;
Oh, grief, when free, how easily that little flower was mine!
...
Oh, were I sinking to the grave I often ask in vain,
And welcome Death stood by to loose the wasted captive's chain —
Ah, name me the Forget-me-not, I'd wake to life again!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette (3rd January 1835) Versions from the German (First Series.) - 'The Lovely Little Flower' — Goethe.
Translations, From the German

Love , Life , Death , Flowers

“Glorious Bard! to whom belong
Wreaths not often claimed by song,
Those hung round the warrior's shield—
Laurels from the blood-red field.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(8th February 1823) Medallion Wafers: Head of Tyrtëus
The London Literary Gazette, 1823