Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (August 14, 1802 - October 15, 1838), English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L. E. L. than by Miss Landon or her married name, Mrs. Maclean, was descended from an old Herefordshire family, and was born in Chelsea, London in the United Kingdom. She went to a school in Chelsea where Mary Russell Mitford also received her education. Her father, an army agent, amassed a large property, which he lost by speculation shortly before his death. About 1815, the Landons made the acquaintance of William Jerdan, and in the 1820s Landon began her contributions to the weekly Literary Gazette which Jerdan edited, and to various Christmas annuals.

revenge
Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the ver... [read poem]
child of a day
Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes t... [read poem]
dirce
Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat conveyed!
Or Charon, seei... [read poem]
do you remember me? or are you proud?
"Do you remember me? or are you proud?"
Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd,
... [read poem]
dying speech of an old philosopher
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Ar... [read poem]
fæsulan idyl
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound
Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires;
... [read poem]
ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea
Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea!
A path forbidden me!
Remember, while... [read poem]
mild is the parting year
Mild is the parting year, and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on m... [read poem]
mother, i cannot mind my wheel
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt th... [read poem]
rose aylmer
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every ... [read poem]
soon, o ianthe! life is o'er
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,
And sooner beauty's heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ... [read poem]
the maid's lament
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check'd him while he ... [read poem]
to robert browning
There is delight in singing, tho' none hear
Beside the singer; and there is delight
In pra... [read poem]
you smiled, you spoke, and i believed
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would... [read poem]
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