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Letitia E. Landon
Born
in Chelsea, London, The United Kingdom
August 14, 1802
Died
October 15, 1838
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The Vampyre, and Other Tales of the Macabre
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1997
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6 editions
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The Vampyre and Other Macabre Tales
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The Posy Ring: A Book of Verse for Children
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1903
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72 editions
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De vampyr en andere doden
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“O'er some, Love's shadow may but pass
As passes the breath-stain o'er glass;
And pleasures, cares, and pride combined,
Fill up the blank Love leaves behind.
But there are some whose love is high,
Entire, and sole idolatry;
Who, turning from a heartless world,
Ask some dear thing, which may renew
Affection's severed links, and be
As true as they themselves are true.
But Love's bright fount is never pure;
And all his pilgrims must endure
All passion's might suffering
Ere they may reach the blessed spring.
And some who waste their lives may find
A prize which they may never win:
Like those who search for Irem's groves
Which found, they may not enter in.
Where is the sorrow that appears
In Love's long catalogue of tears?
And some there are who leave the path
In agony and fierce disdain;
But bear upon each cankered breast
The scar that never heals again.”
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As passes the breath-stain o'er glass;
And pleasures, cares, and pride combined,
Fill up the blank Love leaves behind.
But there are some whose love is high,
Entire, and sole idolatry;
Who, turning from a heartless world,
Ask some dear thing, which may renew
Affection's severed links, and be
As true as they themselves are true.
But Love's bright fount is never pure;
And all his pilgrims must endure
All passion's might suffering
Ere they may reach the blessed spring.
And some who waste their lives may find
A prize which they may never win:
Like those who search for Irem's groves
Which found, they may not enter in.
Where is the sorrow that appears
In Love's long catalogue of tears?
And some there are who leave the path
In agony and fierce disdain;
But bear upon each cankered breast
The scar that never heals again.”
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“Dust that never asks in vain
Hath reclaim'd its own again.
Dust, the wide world's king.
Where are now the glorious hours
Of a nation's gather'd powers?
Like the setting of a star,
In the fathomless afar;
Time's eternal wing
Hath around those ruins cast
The dark presense of the past.”
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Hath reclaim'd its own again.
Dust, the wide world's king.
Where are now the glorious hours
Of a nation's gather'd powers?
Like the setting of a star,
In the fathomless afar;
Time's eternal wing
Hath around those ruins cast
The dark presense of the past.”
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