Letitia Elizabeth Landon: Quotes about heart

Letitia Elizabeth Landon was English poet and novelist. Explore interesting quotes on heart.
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“I wrote my name upon the sand;
I thought I wrote it on thine heart.
I had no touch of fear, that words,
Such words, so graven, could depart.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Friendship's Offering, 1827 (1826) Song
Other Gift Books

Fear , Heart

“Oh, the heart
Knows not the power of music till it loves!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette, 1824

Love , Music , Heart

“Unveil’d, unmask’d! not so, not so!
Ah! thine are closer worn
Than those which, in light mockery,
One evening thou hast borne.
The mask and veil which thou dost wear
Are of thyself a part;
No mask can ever hide thy face
As that conceals thy heart.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Mask
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Light , Heart , Parting

“Thou, Poetry, in absence wert a chain,
Binding our hearts together: where so well
As in thy numbers, could I pour my soul,
In soothing tenderness? 'twas bliss, to make
Thought visible to those of whom I thought.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Farewell
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)

Soul , Heart

“Deception is always an evil, but in youth — youth, whose very faults should be open-hearted and impetuous, it lays the foundation of the worst possible faults of character.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

No. 3. Guy Mannering — JULIA MANNERING.
Literary Remains

Youth , Evil , Heart

“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

“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

“[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

“They say that, hung in ancient halls,
At midnight from the silent lute
A melancholy music falls
From chords which were by daylight mute.
And so the human heart by night
Is touched by some inspired tone,
Harmonious in the deep delight,
By day it knew not was its own.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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

Music , Heart , Night

“On this subject any general rule is impossible; love, like the chamelion, is coloured by the air in which it lives — and the finer the air the richer the colour. Some young ladies have a happy facility of falling in and out of love; their heart, like a raspberry tart, is covered with crosses.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Love , Heart , Happiness

“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

“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

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Love , Secret , Beauty , Spring

“Oh, where is there the heart but knows
Love's first steps are upon the rose!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto I
The Troubadour (1825)

Love , Heart

“A luxury of deep repose! the heart
Must surely beat in quiet here.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette, 1824

Heart

“How often will the lip frame some indifferent question, when the heart is full of the most important!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Question , Heart , Indifference

“I cannot choose but marvel at the way
In which our lives pass on, from day to day
Learning strange lessons in the human heart,
And yet like shadows letting them depart.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Golden Violet - The Rose
The Golden Violet (1827)

Way , Learning , Heart

“Oh, blessedness!
To see the fair creations of the thought
Assume a visible form; sweet Poesy!
How witching is thy power upon the heart;
Enchantment that does bind our senses up
In one unutterable influence;
A charmed spell set over every thought,
Till life's whole hope is cast upon the lyre.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(26th January 1822) Poetic Sketches, No.3
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822

Life , Hope , Sense , Heart

“For many years he has not breathed the air,
The wholesome open air; the sun, the moon,
The stars, the clouds, the fair blue heaven, the spring,
The flowers, the trees, and the sweet face of man,
Song, or words yet more musical than song,
Affections, feelings, social intercourse
(Unless remembered in his fairy dreams)
Have all been strangers to his solitude! —
A curse is set on him, like poverty,
Or leprosy, or the red plague, but worse, —
The heart has sent its fire up to the brain,
And he is mad.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(5th April 1823) Poetical Catalogue of Pictures. A Maniac visited by his Family in confinement : by Davis.
5th April 1823) April see The Vow of the Peacock (1835
The London Literary Gazette, 1823

Dreams , Music , Feeling , Star