Song - Oh, you cannot prove false to me, my love

Oh, you cannot prove false to me, my love,
  Think how I have confided in thee,
I have prized thy love all else above,
  Oh, you cannot be false to me.

Could you chill the first warm overflow of the heart,
  Freeze the fountain you first taught to flow;
Could you act a cruel, a treacherous part,
  Could you be the herald of woe.

I will not believe it, but still will repose
  Ev'ry hope of my heart upon thine;
I will not believe you could blight the young rose
  That but blossom'd to bloom on thy shrine.

I'll believe that the sun will forsake his day throne,
  The moon her night palace of blue,
That blushes, sighs, smiles, are no longer love's own,
  Ere I will believe you untrue. ⁠
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Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon was an English poet. Born 14th August 1802 at 25 Hans Place, Chelsea, she lived through the most productive period of her life nearby, at No.22. A precocious child with a natural gift for poetry, she was driven by the financial needs of her family to become a professional writer and thus a target for malicious gossip (although her three children by William Jerdan were successfully hidden from the public). In 1838, she married George Maclean, governor of Cape Coast Castle on the Gold Coast, whence she travelled, only to die a few months later (15th October) of a fatal heart condition. Behind her post-Romantic style of sentimentality lie preoccupations with art, decay and loss that give her poetry its characteristic intensity and in this vein she attempted to reinterpret some of the great male texts from a woman’s perspective. Her originality rapidly led to her being one of the most read authors of her day and her influence, commencing with Tennyson in England and Poe in America, was long-lasting. However, Victorian attitudes led to her poetry being misrepresented and she became excluded from the canon of English literature, where she belongs. more…

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