“These are thy bridal flowers
I am now wreathing;
This is thy marriage hymn
I am now breathing.”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

12th January 1822) Sketch the first ("There are dark yew-trees gathered round, beneath"
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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