poet
and novelist, better known by her initials L. E. L.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon was born on 14 August 1802 in Chelsea, London
to John Landon and Catherine Jane, née Bishop. A precocious child, Landon learned to read as a toddler; an invalid neighbor would scatter letter tiles on the floor and reward young Letitia for reading, and, according to her father, "she used to bring home many rewards." At the age of five, Landon began attending Mrs Rowden's school at 22 Hans Place, which counted among its alumnae Mary Russell Mitford
and Lady Caroline Lamb
.
Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering acts.
You may find many a brighter oneThan your own rose, but there are noneSo true to thee, Love.
These are thy bridal flowersI am now wreathing;This is thy marriage hymnI am now breathing.
But ignorance is happiness,When young Hope is to show the way;
It is a night of summer,--and the seaSleeps, like a child, in mute tranquillity.
Then they were silent:--words are little aidTo Love, whose deepest vows are ever madeBy the heart's beat alon.
I do love violets:They tell the history of woman's love;
The father had prayed o'er his only son!
Oh, tears are a most worthless token,When hearts they would have soothed are broken.
Oh, softest is the cheek's love-rayWhen seen by moonlight hours