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'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death.
A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek.
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart.
Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:— A word is but a breath of passing air.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (14 August 1802 – 15 October 1838) was an English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L.E.L.
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