“I would not even have him weep
O'er his Italian love's last sleep.
Oh, tears are a most worthless token,
When hearts they would have soothed are broken.”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Painter's Love from The London Literary Gazette (14th December 1822)
The Improvisatrice (1824)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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