222 Quotes by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

I never cast a flower away, A gift of one who car'd for me; A flower--a faded flower, But it was done reluctantly.

A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.

I would give worlds, could I believe One-half that is profess'd me; Affection! could I think it Thee, When Flattery has caress'd me.

My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.

How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.

Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.

In our road through life we may happen to meet with a man casting a stone reverentially to enlarge the cairn of another which stone he has carried in his bosom to sling against that very other's head.

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.