Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering acts. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
