Letitia Elizabeth Landon: Quotes about love (page 4)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon was English poet and novelist. Explore interesting quotes on love.
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“Oh, who—reposed on some fond breast,
Love's own delicious place of rest—
Reading faith in the watching eyes,
Feeling the heart beat with its sighs,
Could know regrets, or doubts, or cares,
That we had bound our fate with theirs!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Sisters from The London Literary Gazette: 13th March 1824 Metrical Tales - Tale III.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Love , Fate , Faith , Feeling

“Up climb’d the sweet pea,
The butterfly of flowers:—I love it not,
Though every hue—and it has many tints—
Are dyed as if the sunset evening clouds
Had fallen to the earth in sudden rain,
And left their colours : purple, delicate pink,
And snowy white, are on thy wing-like leaves;
But thou art all too forward in thy bloom;
Thy blossoms are the sun’s, and cling to all
That can support them into open day:
And then they die, leaving no root behind,
The hope and promise of another spring;
And no perfume, whose lingering gratitude
Remains round what upheld its summer’s life.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Last of the St. Aubyns
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Love , Life , Hope , Art

“THE present! it is but a drop from the sea
In the mighty depths of eternity.
I love it not—it taketh its birth
Too near to the dull and the common earth.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Love , Birth , Sea

“Though many a flower may win my praise,
The violet has my love;
I did not pass my childish days
In garden or in grove:
My garden was the window-seat,
Upon whose edge was set
A little vase—the fair, the sweet—
It was the violet.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Violet from The Literary Souvenir, 1831
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Love , Flowers

“And here at length is somewhat of revenge:
For man's most golden dreams of pride and power
Are vain as any woman-dreams of love;
Both end in weary brow and wither'd heart,
And the grave closes over those whose hopes
Have lain there long before.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Love’s Last Lesson
The Golden Violet (1827)

Love , Dreams , Hope , Revenge

“How much
I loved the painter's glorious art, which forms
A world like, but more beautiful than this;
Just catching nature in her happiest mood!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Erinna
The Golden Violet (1827)

Love , World , Beauty , Art

“The city and the crowd unidealise love; and love, in the young warm heart of a girl, should be a dream apart from all commoner emotions — as sweet and as ethereal as the blush with which it is born and dies. Beauty gives its own gracefulness to love — there must be romance blended with the passion inspired by the very lovely face which the mirror reflected.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Other Gift Books

Love , Beauty , Dreams , Girl

“But our bird knew not of the free blue air,
He had lived in his cage, and his home was there :
No flight had he in the green wood flown —
He pined not for freedom he never had known!
If he had lived amid leaf and bough
It had been cruel to fetter him now;
For I have seen a poor bird die,
And all for love of his native sky.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Dead Robin
Traits and Trials of Early Life (1836)

Love , Home , Bird , Freedom

“Why should I love? flinging down pearl and gem
To those who scorn, at least care not for them:
Why should I hate? as blades in scabbards melt,
I have no power to make my hatred felt;”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Title poem
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

Love , Hate

“Well he knows his course has hasted
Through delicious sin,
Borne tumultuously along.
Never have the stars above
Chronicled such utter love.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Love , Star

“... Oh! the heart
Makes its own happiness, perchance the best,
When consecrate to one engrossing love!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette, 1829

Love , Heart , Happiness

“But the dwellers in the country have little understanding of, and therefore little sympathy with, the longing for green fields which haunts the dweller in towns. The secret dream of almost every inhabitant in those dusky streets where even a fresh thought would scarcely seem to enter, is to realise an independence, and go and live in the country. Where is every holiday spent but in the country! What do the smoky geraniums, so carefully tended in many a narrow street and blind alley attest, but the inherent love of the country! To whom do the blooming and sheltered villas, which are a national feature in English landscape, belong, but to men who pass the greater part of their lives in small dim counting-houses! This love of nature is divinely given to keep alive, even in the most toiling and world-worn existence, something of the imaginative and the apart. It is a positive good quality; and one good quality has some direct, or indirect tendency to produce another.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Monthly Magazine

Love , Men , Secret , World

“Ah, Woman has no look so sweet
As that, when, half afraid to meet
The look she loves, blushes betray
All the suppressed glance would say.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(15th March 1823) Poetical Catalogue of Pictures. Vandyke consulting his Mistress on a Picture in Cooke's Exhibition.
The London Literary Gazette, 1823

Love

“In sooth, this earth is a lovely place;
Pass not in darkness over her face;
Yet call back thy words of doom—
They are too gay and too fair for the tomb.
....
And have seen--alas! 'tis but outward show—
The sunshine of yon green earth below:
Glad of rest must the wretched and way-worn be—
Angel of Death, they are ready for thee!”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Spirit and the Angel of Death from Friendship’s Offering, 1827
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Love , Death , Angels , Way

“And Love is like the lightning in its might,
Winging where least bethought its fiery flight,
Melting the blade, despite the scabbard's guard.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Golden Violet - The Child of the Sea
The Golden Violet (1827)

Love

“Old friend and true companion! soothing Sleep,
Yes fly, like other friends. How easily
Did your sweet influence fall on my free head,
Cool like a lovely crown of myrtle boughs.
Beloved Sleep! amid the clash of arms,
On the rough torrent of unquiet life,
I rested, breathing lightly as a child,
Weary and cradled in your mother arms.
When the storm swept the leaves from off the bough,
And rushed thro' crashing branches, yet my heart
Was in its depths untroubled, — and I slept.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Translations, From the German

Love , Life , Sleep , Heart

“Love is like the glass,
That throws its own rich colour over all,
And makes all beautiful.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Roland's Tower
The Improvisatrice (1824)

Love , Beauty

“A light compliment was never yet breathed by love.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822

Love , Light

“How incomprehensible is woman's love! —it is not kindness that wins it, nor return that insures it; we daily see the most devoted attachment lavished on those who seem to us singularly unworthy. The Spectator shewed his usual knowledge of human nature, when, in speaking on this subject, he relates, that in a town besieged by the enemy, on the women being allowed to depart with whatever they held most precious, only one among them carried off her husband,—a man notorious for his tyrannical temper, and who had, moreover, a bad—or, as it turned out, a good—habit of beating his wife every morning. Well, all governments are maintained by fear—fear being our great principle of action; and fear, we are tempted to believe, heightens and strengthens the love of woman.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)

Love , Women , Fear , Nature

“Dear friend, if it be your’s to have in some deep vale a home,
Where you may dream of faith and fate, and all the great, to come.
If such a place of tranquil rest be to your future given,
Where every hour of solitude is consecrate to heaven,
Oh, leave it not! let this vain life fret its few hours afar,
Where joy departs, and glory mocks the wide world’s weary war
Let not its rude and angry tide with jarring torrent wake
The silence that the poplars love, of your own limpid lake.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Translations, From the French

Love , Life , Fate , War