“Her likeness! why it is a vain endeavour
To image it. Painting or words may never
Say what she was; yet dwell I on the task,
As if that Poesy had a right to ask
From Memory its treasure.”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

25th March 1826) Ianthe. A Portrait (under the pen name Iole
(25th March 1826) Moon See The Vow of the Peacock
The London Literary Gazette, 1826

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