Letitia Elizabeth Landon: Trending quotes (page 4)

“It was an epoch in my life, it is an epoch in every child's life, the first reading of Robinson Crusoe.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Traits and Trials of Early Life (1836)

Life , Reading

“Let music make less terrible
The silence of the dead;
I care not, so my spirit last
Long after life has fled.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Source: The Venetian Bracelet (1829), Lines of Life

Life , Music , Silence , Dead

“A despotic power makes slaves.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

“Statues to whose rest seem'd given
Not the life of earth but heaven;
For each statue here enshrined
What in the immortal mind
Makes its beauty and its power —
Genius's eternal dower :”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(25th June 1831) The Hall of Statues
The London Literary Gazette, 1831

Life , Beauty

“How deep must be the feeling of the bereaved parent who cannot look on the fair face of his child without recalling a face, once the fairest and the dearest in the world: the shadow of the grave hangs around the infant playfulness of the orphan, and even the hopes of the present must come tinged with something of sadness from the past.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Literary Remains

World , Sadness , Hope , Feeling

“It is a cruel proof of the want of generosity in human nature, that an affection too utterly self-sacrificing always meets with an evil return.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Nature , Evil

“THE Moon is sailing o'er the sky,
But lonely all, as if she pined
For somewhat of companionship,
And felt it was in vain she shined:
Earth is her mirror, and the stars
Are as the court around her throne;
She is a beauty and a queen;
But what is this? she is alone.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Moon from The London Literary Gazette (25th March 1826)
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Beauty , Star

“The scar of fire, the dint of steel,
Are easier than Love's wounds to heal.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto II
The Troubadour (1825)

Love

“Oh, glory of the morning!
Oh, ye gifted, young, and brave!
What end have ye, but midnight;
What find ye but the grave?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

One Day
The Golden Violet (1827)

“We again repeat, that there is no temper so communicative as an imaginative one.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Imagination , Communication

“The heart hath its mystery, and who may reveal it,
Or who ever read in the depths of their own? —
How much, we never may speak of, yet feel it,
But, even in feeling it, know it unknown!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A Night in May
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

Feeling , Reading , Heart

“They say gravity is the centre of attraction; I rather think that noise is. Nothing so soon assembles the inhabitants of a house as a loud and sudden noise : …”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Thinking , Housing

“Does the sweet morning rise,
Bride-like, from sleep,
When their first revelries
Bird and bee keep,
Singing out joyously
In the green tree?
Then, when my hopes are high,
Think I of thee.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(5th January 1833) Songs
The London Literary Gazette, 1833-1835

Hope , Bird , Thinking , Sleep

“Ill-timed admiration is enough to enrage a saint.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Time

“After all, though beauty be deceitful, and favour be vain, yet beauty is the most exquisite gift ever lavished by fairies around an infant cradle. Its charm is nameless; it wins us, we know not why — and lingers on our memory, we know not wherefore. Whether in the animate or the inanimate world, it is the cause of our most delicious sensations; it belongs to the imagination, for it calls up within us whatever of poetry may be lurking in the "hidden mines of thought." It is the attribute of all that is most glorious in existence — it is on the azure sky — it clothes the earth as with a garment — it rides triumphant over the purple bosom of the sea. Look within our hearts, it has originated all that is ideal in our nature. Beauty is the shadow flung from heaven on earth — it is the type of a lovelier and more spiritual existence, and the broken and transitory lights that it flings on this our sad and heavy pilgrimage, do but indicate another and a better sphere, where the beautiful will also be the everlasting. The homage involuntarily paid to its mysterious influence is but an unconscious acknowledgment of its divine origin, and its eternal future.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

No.8. The Black Dwarf — ISABEL VERE.
Literary Remains

World , Sadness , Beauty , Imagination

“Her rival—hers—language has not a word
By woman's ear so utterly abhorr'd.
No marvel, for it robs her only part
Of sweet dominion—empire o'er the heart.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Title poem, section IV.
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

Heart , Parting

“It may seem fanciful, but to me the violet is the very emblem of woman's love; it springs up in secret; it hides its perfume even when gathered; how timidly its deep blue leaves bend on their slight stem! The resemblance may be carried yet further — woman's love is but beautiful in its purity; let the hot breath of passion once sully it, and its beauty is departed — thus as the summer advances, the violet loses its fragrance; June comes, but its odours are fled — the heart too has its June; the flower may remain, but its fragrance is gone for ever.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Other Gift Books

Love , Secret , Beauty , Spring

“One moment he is at her knee,
“So, Leila, wouldst thou weep for me?”
Started she, as at lightning gleam,—
“O, Mirza, this I did not dream!
Moslem and Moor, may Spanish maid
Hearken such words as thou hast said?””

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Golden Violet - The Wreath
The Golden Violet (1827)

Dreams

“You may smile at the fanciful structures I rear,
And say, that my castles are built but on sand;
Like bubbles, that on the blue waters appear,
That sparkle, invite, and then sink from the hand.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Castle Building
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)

Smile , Water , Appearance

“And this is the sum of our mortal state,
The hopes we number,—
Feverish waking, danger, death,
And listless slumber.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Battle Field
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

Death , Hope