“There grew ten thousand flowers, on whose leaves
Shone every hue that ever yet hath shone
In a king's diadem of Indian gems,
Or in the tints an autumn sunset throws
O'er the rich glaciers in the rainbow arch
Of the departing shower;”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The London Literary Gazette, 1823

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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