Letitia Elizabeth Landon

LE the present careth for the past,
Too little—'tis not well
For careless ones we
Beneath the mighty shadow it has cast

NG 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,

FE has dark secrets; and the hearts are few That treasure not some sorrow from the world— A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown,
Yet colouring the future from the past
We see the eye subdued, the practised smile,
The word well weighe...

HE is yet a child in years,
Twelve springs are on her face,
Yet in her slender form
The woman's perfect grace

ER 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

HY did she love her mother's so
It hath wrought her wondrous wo
Once she saw an armed
In the pale sepulchral light;

HE left the festival, for it seem'd
Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him,
And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then turn'd away),
Upon a mirror that before her lay,

IT is Christmas, and the sunshine Lies golden on the fields,
And flowers of white and
Yonder fragrant creeper yields
Like the plumes of some bold warrior,

Vain folly of another age,
This wandering over earth,
To find the peace by some dark
Banish'd our household hearth

KE some vision olden Of far other time,
When the age was golden,
In the young world's
Is thy soft pipe ringing,

RK 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

ST 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