AY, screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may,--
Yet I misdoubt thy trembling hand
Will scare the hawk away.

That dove will die, that child will weep,--
Is this their destinie?
Ever amid the sweets of life
Some evil thing must be.

Ay, moralize,--is it not thus
We've mourn'd our hope and love?
Alas! there's tears for every eye,
A hawk for every dove!

(C) Letitia Elizabeth Landon
03/23/2017


Best Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon

• The Orphan
• Sir Walter Scott
• Furness Abbey
• Scenes In London I - Piccadilly
• Juliet After The Masquerade. By Thompson
• Sir Thomas Lawrence
• Kate Kearney
• The Rush-bearing At Ambleside
• Scenes In London Ii - Oxford Street
• The Reply Of The Fountain
• The Troubadour. Canto 4
• Girl At Her Devotions. By Newton
• Little Red Riding Hood
• The Combat. By Etty
• The Power Of Words
• The Enchanted Island. By Danby
• Long Years Have Past Since Last I Stood
• The Country Retreat