“When will my soul forget the look
With which one single stem she took
From out the wreath?—a tulip flower;
But, touch'd as by some withering power,
The painted leaves were drooping round
The rich but burning heart they bound.”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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The Golden Violet (1827)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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