Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES OF LIFE, by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Well, read my cheek, and watch my eye Last Line: Long after life has fled. Alternate Author Name(s): L. E. L.; Maclean, Letitia | ||||||||
Orphan in my first years, I early learnt To make my heart suffice itself, and seek Support and sympathy in its own depths. WELL, read my cheek, and watch my eye, -- Too strictly school'd are they, One secret of my soul to show, One hidden thought betray. I never knew the time my heart Look'd freely from my brow; It once was check'd by timidness, 'Tis taught by caution now. I live among the cold, the false, And I must seem like them; And such I am, for I am false As those I most condemn. I teach my lip its sweetest smile, My tongue its softest tone; I borrow others' likeness, till Almost I lose my own. I pass through flattery's gilded sieve, Whatever I would say; In social life, all, like the blind, Must learn to feel their way. I check my thoughts like curbed steeds That struggle with the rein; I bid my feelings sleep, like wrecks In the unfathom'd main. I hear them speak of love, the deep The true, and mock the name; Mock at all high and early truth, And I too do the same. I hear them tell some touching tale, I swallow down the tear; I hear them name some generous deed, And I have learnt to sneer. I hear the spiritual, the kind, The pure, but named in mirth; Till all of good, ay, even hope, Seems exiled from our earth. And one fear, withering ridicule, Is all that I can dread; A sword hung by a single hair For ever o'er the head. We bow to a most servile faith, In a most servile fear; While none among us dares to say What none will choose to hear. And if we dream of loftier thoughts, In weakness they are gone; And indolence and vanity Rivet our fetters on. Surely I was not born for this! I feel a loftier mood Of generous impulse, high resolve, Steal o'er my solitude! I gaze upon the thousand stars That fill the midnight sky; And wish, so passionately wish, A light like theirs on high. I have such eagerness of hope To benefit my kind; And feel as if immortal power Were given to my mind. I think on that eternal fame, The sun of earthly gloom, Which makes the gloriousness of death, The future of the tomb -- That earthly future, the faint sign Of a more heavenly one; -- A step, a word, a voice, a look, -- Alas! my dream is done! And earth, and earth's debasing stain, Again is on my soul; And I am but a nameless part Of a most worthless whole. Why write I this? because my heart Towards the future springs, That future where it loves to soar On more than eagle wings. The present, it is but a speck In that eternal time, In which my lost hopes find a home, My spirit knows its clime. Oh! not myself, -- for what am I? -- The worthless and the weak, Whose every thought of self should raise A blush to burn my cheek. But song has touch'd my lips with fire, And made my heart a shrine For what, although alloy'd, debased, Is in itself divine. I am myself but a vile link Amid life's weary chain; But I have spoken hallow'd words, Oh do not say in vain! My first, my last, my only wish, Say will my charmed chords Wake to the morning light of fame, And breathe again my words? Will the young maiden, when her tears Alone in moonlight shine -- Tears for the absent and the loved -- Murmur some song of mine? Will the pale youth by his dim lamp, Himself a dying flame, From many an antique scroll beside, Choose that which bears my name? Let music make less terrible The silence of the dead; I care not, so my spirit last Long after life has fled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A CHILD SCREENING A DOVE FROM A HAWK, BY STEWARDSON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A COMPARISON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A GIRL AT HER DEVOTIONS, BY NEWTON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A HISTORY OF THE LYRE by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A LADY'S BEAUTY by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON |
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