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How very desolate that breast must be,
Whose only joyance is in memory!
And what must woman suffer, thus betrayed?—
Her heart's most warm and precious feelings made
But things wherewith to wound: that heart—so weak,
So soft—laid open to the vulture's beak!

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon The Improvisatrice (1824)

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Hope is a timid thing,
Fearful, and weak, and born in suffering;
At least, such Hope as human life can bring.

Love, thou hast hopes like summers, short and bright,
Moments of ecstasy, and maddening dreams,
Intense delicious throbs!

The Improvisatrice (1824)

And Love is like the lightning in its might,
Winging where least bethought its fiery flight,
Melting the blade, despite the scabbard's guard.

The Golden Violet (1827)

His heart is like a maggot-eaten nut:
There's nothing in it ; but 'tis closely shut.

Great power is almost always a great evil.

Romance and Reality (1831)

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