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The Sheperd Boy

LIKE some vision olden

Of far other time,

When the age was golden,

In the young world's prime

Is thy soft pipe ringing,

O lonely shepherd boy,

What song art thou singing,

In thy youth and joy?

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Reply Of The Fountain

HOW deep within each human heart,

A thousand treasured feelings lie;

Things precious, delicate, apart,

Too sensitive for human eye.

Our purest feelings, and our best,

Yet shrinking from the common view;

Rarely except in song exprest,

And yet how tender, and how true!

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Ruined Cottage

None will dwell in that cottage; for, they say

Oppression reft it from an honest man,

And that a curse clings to it. Hence the vine

Trails its green weight of leaves upon the ground;

Hence weeds are in the garden; hence the hedge,

Once sweet with honey suckle, is half-dead;

And hence the gray moss on the apple tree.

One once dwelt there, who, in his youth,

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Sea-Shore

I SHOULD like to dwell where the deep blue sea

Rock'd to and fro as tranquilly,

As if it were willing the halcyon's nest

Should shelter through summer its beautiful guest.

When a plaining murmur like that of a song,

And a silvery line come the waves along:

Now bathing—now leaving the gentle shore,

Where shining sea-shells lay scattered o'er.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Zenana

WHAT is there that the world hath not

Gathered in yon enchanted spot?

Where, pale, and with a languid eye,

The fair Sultana listlessly

Leans on her silken couch, and dreams

Of mountain airs, and mountain streams.

Sweet though the music float around,

It wants the old familiar sound;

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside

SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers—

Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;

The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,

And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.

The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool

Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.

We seek not the hedges where violets blow,

There alone in the twilight of ev'ning we go;

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Thoughts Of Christmas-Day In India

IT is Christmas, and the sunshine

Lies golden on the fields,

And flowers of white and purple

Yonder fragrant creeper yields.

Like the plumes of some bold warrior,

The cocoa-tree on high,

Lifts aloft its feathery branches,

Amid the deep blue sky.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Sir Thomas Lawrence

DIVINEST art, the stars above

Were fated on thy birth to shine;

Oh, born of beauty and of love,

What early poetry was thine!

The softness of Ionian night

Upon Ionian summer lay,

One planet gave its vesper light,

Enough to guide a lover's way;

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Kate Kearney

WHY doth the maiden turn away

From voice so sweet, and words so dear?

Why doth the maiden turn away

When love and flattery woo her ear?

And rarely that enchanted twain

Whisper in woman's ear in vain.

Why doth the maiden leave the hall?

No face is fair as hers is fair,

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Funeral

MARK you not yon sad procession;

'Mid the ruin'd abbey's gloom,

Hastening to the worm's possession,

To the dark and silent tomb!

See the velvet pall hangs over

Poor mortality's remains;

We should shudder to discover

What that coffin's space contains.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Sir Walter Scott

DEAD!—it was like a thunderbolt

To hear that he was dead;

Though for long weeks the words of fear

Came from his dying bed;

Yet hope denied, and would deny—

We did not think that he could die.

The poet has a glorious hold

Upon the human heart,

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Minister

DIM thro' the sculptured aisles the sunbeam falls

More like a dream

Of some imagined beam,

Than actual daylight over mortal walls.

A strain of music like the rushing wind,

But deep and sweet

As when the waters meet

In one mysterious harmony combined.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon