Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Addressed to —

The bee, when varying flowers are nigh,
⁠    On many a sweet will careless dwell;
Just sips their dew, and then will fly
⁠    Again to its own cherish'd cell.
Thus, tho' my heart by fancy led,
    ⁠A wanderer for awhile may be;
Yet, soon returning whence it fled,
⁠    Comes but more fondly back to thee. 

1. Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks
2. Lines to ——— (Think of me, and I'll tell thee when)
3. Sassoor, in the Deccan, or, Thoughts of Christmas-Day in India
4. Lines on ——
5. Absence (Oh! never can we feel how dear)

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