BUT THERE ARE SOME WHOSE LOVE IS HIGH, THE COVENANTERS. 249 L. E. Landon. [THIS lady is perhaps best known as L. E. L., the initials under which she published her earliest poems in The Literary Gazette. Her larger works are "The Improvisatrice," "The Golden Violet," and "The Troubadour," and some ably-written novels, of which "Ethel Churchill" and Romance and Reality" are the best. She was born at Hans Place, Chelsea, in 1802; and in 1838 married Mr. George Maclean, Governor of Cape Coast Castle, She landed at Cape Coast in August, and on the 16th of October was found lying dead in her room, with a bottle in her hand containing prussic acid. It is supposed she took an overdose to relieve the pains of a spasmodic complaint from which she suffered. Her poetry is characterized by feeling, freedom, and vigour, but pervaded by a tone of melancholy which sometimes grows unwholesome,] "O'ER SOME LOVE'S SHADOW MAY BUT PASS AS PASSES THE BREATH-STAIN O'ER GLASS, M THE COVENANTERS. INE home is but a blackened heap Where human faces smiled. I rocked the cradle of seven fair sons, But, when like a child in mine own old age, Never! I will not know another home. ENTIRE AND SOLE IDOLATRY."-L. E. LANDON. AND PLEASURES, CARES, AND PRIDE COMBINED, FILL UP THE BLANK."-L. E. LANDON. "AND SOME THERE ARE WHO LEAVE THE PATH IN AGONY AND FIERCE DISDAIN,-L. E. LANDON) 250 "" WHERE IS THE SORROW BUT APPEARS-(L. E. LANDON) L. E. LANDON. This bleak shed and bare rock; and that the vale When it looked very beautiful to me! Do you see that bare spot, where one old oak Stands black and leafless, as if scorched by fire, The roof Was every morning vocal with the song Hung round its lattices its fragrant trumpets. Bright eyes, and faces lighted up with health, There came a shadow o'er the land, and men IN LOVE'S LONG CATALOGUE OF TEARS. -L. E. LANDON. BUT BEAR UPON EACH CANKERED BREAST THE SCAR THAT NEVER HEALS AGAIN."-L. E. LANDON. "THE MANY MEANNESSES, THE PETTY CARES, THE LONG AVOIDANCE OF A THOUSAND SNARES,-(LANDON) [" And white apple-blossoms, were food for the two hives." Those who in age would not forego the faith HOWEVER PURE THE BREAST, TO LAY IT BARE?"-LANDON. DECEIT IS THIS WORLD'S PASSPORT: WHO WOULD DARE, THE LIPS THAT MUST BE CHAINED, THE EYE SO TAUGHT TO IMAGE ALL BUT ITS OWN THOUGHT."-LANDON. 252 AND WE RISE UP LESS SELFISH, HAVING KNOWN-(L. E. LANDON) L. E. LANDON. And naked swords, and faces dark as guilt, Curses, and crashing boards, and infant words "OH, GLORIOUS IS THE GIFTED POET'S LOT: TO BE COMPANION OF THE HEART'S LEAST EARTHLY HOUR; THE VOICE OF LOVE AND SADNESS, CALLING FORTH TEARS FROM THEIR SILENT FOUNTAIN."-L. E. LANDON. ["They bound and flung me down beside the oak."] PART IN DEEP GRIEF, YET THAT GRIEF NOT OUR OWN."-LANDON. "LIKE WOMAN'S SOOTHING INFLUENCE ON MAN, ENTHUSIASM IS UPON THE MIND;-(L. E. LANDON) "THE PAINTER'S GLORIOUS ART, WHICH FORMS (LANDON) A cloud closed round me, a deep thunder-cloud, Leaves, of vague horrors; but the heavy chain, I lay on the cold stones, and wept aloud, I thought then I would seek my desolate home, I groped amid them, ever and anon Meeting some human fragment, skulls and bones There came a gentle step ;-even on that heap We left the desolate valley, and we went A WORLD MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THIS."-L. E. LANDON. SOFTENING AND BEAUTIFYING THAT WHICH IS TOO HARSH AND SULLEN IN ITSELF."-L. E. LANDON. |