Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Stanzas

I do not weep that thou art laid
Within the silent tomb;
I weep not that the cold death-shade
Hath marr'd thy youth's sweet bloom.
'Tis with no wish to wake thy sleep
These tears thy grave bedew;
Ah, no!—ah, no! I only weep
I am not sleeping too.
What is my life, but a vain show,
Of its last hope bereft?
What spell can soothe the soul of woe,
That has but memory left?
How dear, how very dear thou art,
These bitter drops may tell;—
Sole treasure of my lonely heart,
A long and sad farewell! 

1. The Guerilla Chief
2. Fragment (Love thee! yes, yes! the storms that rend aside)
3. Sketch of Scenery
4. Sonnet (Green willow! over whom the perilous blast)
5. Sonnet (It is not in the day of revelry)

Maria Jewsbury Stanzas ("I SAW rich roses springing")

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