“It matters not its history; love has wings
Like lightning, swift and fatal, and it springs
Like a wild flower where it is least expected,
Existing whether cherish'd or rejected;”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A Girl at her Devotions. By Newton
The Troubadour (1825)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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