Letitia Elizabeth Landon quotes - page 14
There is a flower, a snow-white flower,
Fragile as if a morning shower
Would end its being, and the earth
Forget to what it gave a birth;
And it looks innocent and pale,
Slight as the least force could avail
To pluck it from its bed, and yet
Its root in depth and strength is set.
The July sun, the autumn rain,
Beat on its slender stalk in vain;-
Around it spreads, despite of care,
Till the whole garden is its share;
And other plants must fade and fall
Beneath its deep and deadly thrall.
This is love's emblem; it is nurst
In all unconciousness at first,
Too slight, too fair, to wake distrust;
No sign how that an after hour
Will rue and weep its fatal power.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Partly from being a more scattered population, which leads to self-dependence - partly to their religious struggles having given an historical character to their ordinary remembrances, nourished by that family pride which loves to look back - there is more individuality among the Scotch than among any other peasantry.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Charles coloured, from "a complication of disorders.” First he was quite shy enough to be annoyed at its being supposed that he cared whether there were any young ladies in the world or not; and, secondly, he was quite romantic enough to be shocked at the idea of money supplying the want of a pretty face.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The generality labour under the delusion, that when they have lighted and filled their rooms, they have done their all. They never were more in error. Lighting is much-crowding is much also-but there lacks "something more exquisite still.” This something the countess possessed in its perfection. Any can assemble a crowd, but few can make it mingle.
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