The Poetical Works of Letitia Elizabeth Landon: The golden violet. Erinna. Miscellaneous poemsLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1844 |
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amid band bard beauty beneath bloom blush breast breath bright brow cheek cloud colour crimson curse dark delight dream earth earthly EGLAMOUR Erinna fair fair brow fairy fame farewell fill'd fling floating flower flung gallant gather'd gaze gentle gift glorious gold GOLDEN VIOLET grave grew grief hair hall hand harp hath hauberk heart heaven hope hour lady land LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON light lone look look'd loveliness lute lyre maiden midnight midnight wind minstrel MIRZALA moonshine morning never night numbers o'er pale pass'd PILGRIM'S TALE poet's pride prioress Provence purple ring rose seem'd shade shine shone sigh silver sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit steed stood summer sunny sunshine sweet tale tears tenderness thee thine thou thought tone touch'd tree turn'd Twas VIVALDI voice WALTER MANNY warrior wave weary wild wind wings woman's words young
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Page 140 - SONG. MY heart is like the failing hearth Now by my side, One by one its bursts of flame Have burnt and died. There are none to watch the sinking blaze, And none to care, Or if it kindle into strength, Or waste in air. My fate is as yon faded wreath Of summer flowers...
Page 248 - Tears from their silent fountain : 'tis to have Share in all nature's loveliness ; giving flowers A life as sweet, more lasting than their own ; And catching from green wood and lofty pine Language mysterious as musical ; Making the thoughts, which else had only been Like colours on the morning's earliest hour, Immortal, and worth immortality...
Page 242 - There seemed to me ju$t enough known of Erinna to interest; and I have not attempted to write a classical fiction; feelings are what I wish to narrate, not incidents: my aim has been to draw the portrait and trace the changes of a highly poetical mind, too sensitive perhaps of the chill and bitterness belonging even to success.
Page 243 - How little way such power as that can go ; Regretting, while too proud of the fine mind, Which raises but to part it from its kind : But the sweet mouth had nothing of all this ; It was a mouth the...
Page 88 - To its soft home and altar on her breast ; And hitherto unknown in that far land Was the sweet cunning of the limner's hand. It was a fearful charge, all hope was vain, And she must die the fire's red death of pain, Unless that she could find some gentle knight Who would do battle for a maiden's right, And win ; but her accuser never yet In field or tourney had an equal met. The fatal day is come, the pile is raised, As eager for its victim fierce it blazed. They led her forth : her brow and neck...
Page 2 - ... and fling back their vest, While the nightingale sings him to sleep on their breast; The blossoms, in welcomes, will open to meet On the light boughs thy breath, in the soft grass thy feet. To-morrow the dew will have virtue to shed O'er the cheek of the maiden* its loveliest red ; To-morrow a glory will brighten the earth, While the spirit of beauty rejoicing has birth. Farewell to thee, April, a gentle farewell, Thou hast saved the young rose in its emerald cell; Sweet nurse, thou hast mingled...
Page 227 - I took those leaves of faded bloom To MIHZA ; 'twas of both the doom. He died the first of the battle line, When red blood dims the sabre's shine ; He died the early death of the brave, And the place of the battle was that of his grave. She died as dies a breath of song Borne on the winds of evening along; She fell as falls the rose in spring, The fairest are ever most perishing. Yet lingers that tale of sorrow and love, Of the Christian maid and her Moslem love ; A tale to be told in the twilight...
Page 202 - THE IRISH MINSTREL'S LEGEND. ROSE up the young moon ; back she flung The veil of clouds that o'er her hung: Thus would fair maiden fling aside Her bright curls in their golden pride ; On pass'd she through the sky of blue, Lovelier as she pass'd it grew ; At last her gentle smiles awake The silence of the azure lake. Lighted to silver, waves arise, As conscious of her radiant eyes. Hark ! floats around...
Page 239 - ... their heads and die, Eve's lesson of mortality. Such lute, and with such humble wreath As suits frail string and trembling breath, Such, gentle reader, woos thee now. Oh ! o'er it bend with yielding brow: Read thou it when some soften'd mood Is on thy hour of solitude ; And tender memory, sadden'd thought, On the world's harsher cares have wrought.
Page 31 - Leaves and branches wreathed a screen, Sunbeams there might wander through; Glimpses of a sky of blue, Like the hopes that smile to cheer The earthliness of sorrow here ; And like summer queens, beside, Roses gazed upon the tide, Each one longing to caress Her own mirror'd loveliness ; And the purple orchis shone Rich, as shines an Indian stone ; And the honeysuckle's flower Crimson, as a sunset hour; But too soon the blooms are past, When did ever beauty last ? And there came a dreary shade, Of...