“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

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