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Furness Abbey

I WISH for the days of the olden time,

When the hours were told by the abbey chime,

When the glorious stars looked down through the midnigh dim,

Like approving saints on the choir's sweet hymn:

I think of the days we are living now,

And I sigh for those of the veil and the vow.

I would be content alone to dwell

Where the ivy shut out the sun from my cell,

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Nizam’s Daughter

SHE is yet a child in years,

Twelve springs are on her face,

Yet in her slender form appears

The woman's perfect grace.

Her silken hair, that glossy black,

But only to be found

There, or upon the raven's back,

Falls sweeping to the ground.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Fountain’s Abbey

NEVER more, when the day is o'er,

Will the lonely vespers sound;

No bells are ringing—no monks are singing,

When the moonlight falls around.

A few pale flowers, which in other hours

May have cheered the dreary mood;

When the votary turned to the world he had spurned,

And repined at the solitude.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Hebe

YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,

With thy wild and dreaming eyes;

Looking onwards to their prime,

Coloured by their April skies,

Yet I do not wish for thee,

Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.

Thou hast all too much unrest,

Haunted by vain hopes and fears;

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Cafes In Damascus

LANGUIDLY the night-wind bloweth

From the gardens round,

Where the clear Barrada floweth

With a lulling sound.

Not the lute-note's sweet shiver

Can such music find,

As is on a wandering river,

On a wandering wind.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Hindoo Girl’s Song

FLOAT on—float on—my haunted bark,

Above the midnight tide;

Bear softly o'er the waters dark

The hopes that with thee glide.

Float on—float on—thy freight is flowers,

And every flower reveals

The dreaming of my lonely hours,

The hope my spirit feels.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Scenes In London III - The Savoyard In Grosvenor Square

HE stands within the silent square,

That square of state, of gloom;

A heavy weight is on the air,

Which hangs as o'er a tomb.

It is a tomb which wealth and rank

Have built themselves around—

The general sympathies have shrank

Like flowers on high dry ground.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A Legend Of Tintagel Castle

ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode

O'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed

And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow

To meet the soft breeze that was fanning him now.

And "the flowers of the forest" were many and sweet,

Which, crushed at each step by his proud courser's feet,

Gave forth all their fragrance, while thick over-head

The boughs of the oak and the elm-tree were spread.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Country Retreat

OH lone and lovely solitude,

Washed by the sounding sea;

Nature was in a poet's mood,

When she created thee.

How pleasant in the hour of noon

To wander through the shade;

The soft and golden shade which June

Flings o'er thy inland glade:

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

On An Engraving Of Hindoo Temples

LITTLE the present careth for the past,

Too little—'tis not well!

For careless ones we dwell

Beneath the mighty shadow it has cast.

Its blessings are around our daily path,

We share its mighty spoil,

We live on its great toil,

And yet how little gratitude it hath.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Scenes In London II - Oxford Street

LIFE in its many shapes was there,

The busy and the gay;

Faces that seemed too young and fair

To ever know decay.

Wealth, with its waste, its pomp, and pride,

Led forth its glittering train;

And poverty's pale face beside

Asked aid, and asked in vain.

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood

LONG years have past since last I stood

Alone amid this mountain scene,

Unlike the future which I dreamed,

How like my future it has been!

A cold grey sky o'erhung with clouds,

With showers in every passing shade,

How like the moral atmosphere

Whose gloom my horoscope has made!

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon