Letitia Elizabeth Landon (Летиция Элизабет Лэндон)

The Phoenix and the Dove

[The Hint taken from the French of Millevoix.]

My wings are bright with the rainbow's dyes,
    My birth is amid perfume;
My death-song is music's sweetest sighs;
    The sun himself lights my tomb.
My flight is traced in the clouds above;
    The grave teems with life for me;
I stand alone—Alone! cried the dove—
    Oh, I then can but pity thee!

1. Sonnet (It is not in the day of revelry)
2. Answer to —
3. The Reply of the Fountain
4. Lines to ——— (Think of me, and I'll tell thee when)
5. Love’s Choice

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