Letitia Elizabeth Landon: Quotes about heart (page 2)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon was English poet and novelist. Explore interesting quotes on heart.
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“… Oh! burning are the drops
That wounded love will shed—like to the dew
Falling from off the poison tree, the blight
Still following the touch;—ah! other tears
Soften and bless—but these destroy the heart.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto II, XVII
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)

Love , Tear , Tree , Heart

“How can they say confiding is relief?
Light are the woes that to the eyelids spring,
Subdued and soften'd by the tears they bring;
But there are some too long, too well conceal'd,
Too deeply felt,—that are but once reveal'd:
Like the withdrawing of the mortal dart,
And then the life-blood follows from the heart;
Sorrow, before unspoken by a sigh,
But which, once spoken, only hath to die.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Neglected One
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

Life , Confidence , Spring , Tear

“The very sound of his own steps disturbed him; and he flung himself on a couch, to enjoy without interruption the exquisite melody. The intense perfume of the flowers intoxicated him like wine. He felt as if lulled in a delicious trance, in which one image became more and more distinct — the pale but lovely face of his hostess. His heart was filling with love for those radiant eyes. A softer fragrance breathed around him — it was her breath. He looked, and she was again bending over him; he saw himself mirrored in the moonlight of her eyes.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Love , Flowers , Wine , Heart

“Beautiful weakness! oh, if weak,
That woman's heart should tinge her cheek!
'Tis sad to change it for the strength
That heart and cheek must know at length.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Golden Violet - The Queen of Cyprus
The Golden Violet (1827)

Sadness , Beauty , Change , Heart

“It is a curious thing, after years have elapsed, to go back upon the pages of a favourite author. Nothing shows us more forcibly the change that has taken place in ourselves. The book is a mental mirror — the mind starts from its own face, so much freshness, and so much fire has passed away. The colours and the light of youth have gone together. The judgment of the man rarely confirms that of the boy. What was once sweet has become mawkish, and the once exquisite simile appears little more than an ingenious conceit. The sentiment which the heart once beat to applaud has now no answering key-note within, and the real is perpetually militating against the imagined. It is a great triumph to the poet when we return to the volume, and find that our early creed was, after all, the true religion.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Books , Youth , Religion , Imagination

“Where is the heart that has not bow'd
A slave, eternal Love, to thee:
Look on the cold, the gay, the proud,
And is there one among them free?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto II
The Troubadour (1825)

Love , Heart

“Then they were silent: words are little aid
To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made
By the heart's beat alone. Oh, silence is
Love's own peculiar eloquence of bliss!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Rosalie.
The Improvisatrice (1824)

Love , Silence , Heart

“We all know that there is evil in the world — we read of it — we hear of it — but we never think of its entering our own charmed circle. Look round our circle of acquaintance; how it would startle us to be asked to name one whom we thought capable of crime; how much more so to find that crime had been committed by one near and dear to our inmost heart. What a moral revulsion would such a discovery produce — how weak we should find ourselves under such a trial — how soon we should begin to disconnect the offender and the offence; then, for the first time, we should begin to understand the full force of temptation, and to allow for its fearful strength; and should we not begin to excuse what had never before seemed capable of palliation?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

No.11. The Heart of Mid Lothian — JEANNIE DEANS.
Literary Remains

World , Fear , Understanding , Thinking

“Where are the flowers, the beautiful flowers,
That haunted your homes and your hearts in the spring?
Where is the sunshine of earlier hours?
Where is the music the birds used to bring?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(9th May 1829) Change
(20th June 1829) Fame : An Apologue See The Vow of the Peacock, as The Three Brothers
(29th August 1829) First Grave See The Vow of the Peacock as The Single Grave
The London Literary Gazette, 1829

Beauty , Music , Home , Spring

“I held that Love
Which chooseth from a thousand only one,
To be the object of that tenderness
Natural to every heart; which can resign
Its own best happiness for one dear sake;
Can bear with absence; hath no part in Hope,—
For Hope is somewhat selfish, Love is not,—
And doth prefer another to itself.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A History of the Lyre
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

Love , Hope , Nature , Heart

“To love, to be beloved again, and know
A gulf between us:—aye, 'tis misery!
This agony of passion, this wild faith,
Whose constancy is fruitless, yet is kept
Inviolate:—to feel that all life's hope,
And light, and treasure, clings to one from whom
Our wayward doom divides us. Better far
To weep o'er treachery or broken vows,—
For time may teach their worthlessness:—or pine
With unrequited love;—there is a pride
In the fond sacrifice—the cheek may lose
Its summer crimson; but at least the rose
Has withered secretly—at least, the heart
That has been victim to its tenderness,
Has sighed unechoed by some one as true,
As wretched as itself.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Lover’s Rock from The London Literary Gazette (5th October 1822) Poetical Sketches. 3rd series - Sketch the Fifth
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Love , Life , Faith , Hope

“Egmont:
The Egmont of yon city — he is proud,
And cold, and stern, and sorrowful. He keeps
His counsel to himself. He wears a brow
That is a smiling shadow to his heart :
Perplexed with seeming mirth, that shroudeth care.
Exalted by a giddy populace,
That know not what they laud, or what they seek.
Moving 'mid those who understand him not;
Whom he has naught in common with : and worn
By furious guarding 'gainst familiar friends
Who seem, yet are not. Watched, suspected, feared;
Wearied with labour, which hath neither end
Nor yet reward; but only distant hope.
Such is the Egmont of the field and state.
But thine beloved : he is happy, frank,
Open, and known to that most dear of hearts —
Which he knows, too, and trusts it as his own.
Calm, deeply joyful; such is Egmont now.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette (28th February 1835)
Translations, From the German

Fear , Smile , Hope , Understanding

“I believe that more women are disappointed in marriage than men; a woman gives the whole of her heart — the man only gives the remains of his, and very often there is only a little left. Besides his idol is rarely so much the work of his own hands as her's; at the end of the first year she may ask, where are the picturesque and ennobling qualities with which she invested her lover? in nine cases out of ten echo will indeed answer “where."”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

No.15. Ivanhoe — REBECCA.
Literary Remains

Women , Men , Marriage , Disappointment

“Tis something, if in absence we can see
The footsteps of the past: it soothes the heart
To breathe the air scented in other years
By lips beloved; to wander through the groves
Where once we were not lonely”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Guerilla Chief
The Improvisatrice (1824)

Past , Heart

“Oh, she had yet the task to learn
How often woman's heart must turn
To feed upon its own excess
Of deep yet passionate tenderness!
How much of grief the heart must prove
That yields a sanctuary to love!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto I
The Troubadour (1825)

Love , Learning , Passion , Heart

“Truly, night was made for sleep; since to its wakeful hours belongs an oppression unknown to the very dreariest hours of day. The stillness is so deep, the solitude so unbroken, the fever brought on by want of rest so weakens the nerves, that the imagination exercises despotic and unwholesome power, till, if the heart have a fear or a sorrow, up it arises in all the force and terror of gigantic exaggeration.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Fear , Exercises , Imagination , Solitude

“My heart is like the failing hearth
Now by my side,
One by one its bursts of flame
Have burnt and died.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Golden Violet - Clemenza’s Song
The Golden Violet (1827)

Heart

“Tis strange how the heart can create
Or colour from itself its fate;
We make ourselves our own distress,
We are ourselves our happiness.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Canto IV
The Troubadour (1825)

Fate , Heart , Happiness

“My heart is with thee, Iove! though now
Thou'rt far away from me :
I envy even my own thoughts,
For they may fly to thee.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(19th October 1822) Songs of Absence
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822

Heart , Envy , Flying

“O no, my heart can never be
Again in lighted hopes the same —
The love that lingers there for thee
Has more of ashes than of flame.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(1826-2) Ci-Devant
The Monthly Magazine

Love , Hope , Light , Heart