Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (August 14, 1802 - October 15, 1838), English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L. E. L.

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• Alas! we make
  A ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,
  But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolves
  Look down upon our slumbering acts.
  • A History of the Lyre

• You may find many a brighter one
  Than your own rose, but there are none
  So true to thee, Love.
  • Song ("Are other eyes beguiling, Love?")

• These are thy bridal flowers
  I am now wreathing;
  This is thy marriage hymn
  I am now breathing.
  • Sketch the first. "A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world. She sends forth her sympathies in adventure; she embarks her whole shoal in the traffic of love, and, if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless; it is a bankruptcy of the heart."'

• But ignorance is happiness,
  When young Hope is to show the way;
  • TEN YEARS AGO.

• It is a night of summer,--and the sea
  Sleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.
  • Rosalie.

• Then they were silent:--words are little aid
  To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made
  By the heart's beat alon.
  • Rosalie.

• I do love violets:
  They tell the history of woman's love;
  • Roland's Tower

• The father had prayed o'er his only son!
  • The Soldier's Funeral

• Oh, tears are a most worthless token,
  When hearts they would have soothed are broken.
  • The Painter's Love

• Oh, softest is the cheek's love-ray
  When seen by moonlight hours
  • When Should Lovers Breathe Their Vows?