“Sweet Hope! every pleasant flower
Suns itself in thy glad power;
Every sorrow comes to thee,
Desart fount for Misery!”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(15th March 1823) Poetical Catalogue of Pictures. Hope, from a design by a Lady.
The London Literary Gazette, 1823

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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