Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Power of Words

'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death. A word can send
The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek,
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
The current cold and deadly to the heart.
Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy
Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:—
A word is but a breath of passing air. 

1. Lines to ——— (No, no! thou hast broken the spell that entwin'd me)
2. Ideal Likenesses. Ariadne
3. Song (I wrote my name upon the sand)
4. Love’s Choice
5. Windleshaw Abbey, or, The Funeral

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