Letitia Elizabeth Landon (Летиция Элизабет Лэндон)

The Poor

Few, save the poor, feel for the poor:
The rich know not how hard
It is to be of needful food
And needful rest debarred.

Their paths are paths of plenteousness,
They sleep on silk and down;
And never think how heavily
The weary head lies down.

They know not of the scanty meal,
With small pale faces round;
No fire upon the cold, damp hearth
When snow is on the ground.

They never by the window lean,
And see the gay pass by;
Then take their weary task again,
But with a sadder eye. 

1. Lines to ——— (Think of me, and I'll tell thee when)
2. Absence (Oh! never can we feel how dear)
3. Sleeping Child
4. Sketch of a Painting of Santa Malvidera, Escaped Miraculously from Shipwreck
5. Sonnet (Green willow! over whom the perilous blast)

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) The Poor ("I walk the streets and though not meanly drest")

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