Missing Poetry
Email: bolton_ptr@yahoo.co.uk
I have not been able to find all known poetry of L. E. L on the internet. I will list below known missing items and if anyone can help, I will be most obliged. In particular, there are a few major sources that I am unable to access.
These are:
The Pictorial Album, or Cabinet of Paintings, 1837
The English Bijou Almanack, 1837
The English Bijou Almanack, 1838
The Album Wreath and Bijou Litéraire, 1834
For Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1839, which I had found, at least in fax form, at:
West Bengal Public Library Network
(to whom I extend my thanks),
I am grateful to Google for providing at last in digital form.
Burns and his Highland Mary (Vignette) - Pictorial Album, 1837
The Carrier Pigeon - The Pictorial Album, 1837
Cleopatra - The Pictorial Album, 1837
Coleridge - The English Bijou Almanack, 1837
The Confession: Forgive, forgive these gushing tears - The Ladies' Pocket Magazine, 1839
Goethe - The English Bijou Almanack, 1837
Interior of the Warwick Chapel - The Pictorial Album, 1837
Love - Love, unrequited love! - the heart - The Album Wreath and Bijou Litéraire, 1834
A Sister's Love - The Pictorial Album, 1837
Song - Fair gifts are flung around thee - The Album Wreath and Bijou Littéraire, 1834
William IV - The English Bijou Almanack, 1838
Zenobia - The Pictorial Album, 1837
Additional Poems
My source is the list given by McGann and Riess in their volume of Selected Writings, this being derived from Dibert-Himes and Lawford. I have discovered a few omissions, which I list below:
Agatha - The Amulet, 1833
The First Avowal - The Album of Love, 1841
Gipsey Belle - The Gift of Friendship, 1851
The Gipsy - The Literary Souvenir, 1837
Hindoo Girl, by an Urn, from a Group, by Westmacott - Friendship's Offering, 1826
Holyrood - London Literary Gazette, 26th March 1825
Hymn of the Calabrian Shepherds to the Virgin, American sources, 1829
I Gave Thee, Love - The New York Mirror and Ladies’ Literary Gazette, 24th November 1827
La Rosa Parlante - The Literary Souvenir, 1837 (or Speaking Roses)
Sonnet - To Miss Kelly, on her Performance of Juliet - The Literary Gazette, 30th November 1822
[Untitled] Where is the heart that hath not bow'd, - The Album of Love, 1841
Welcome - The Literary Souvenir, 1837
Errata
The poem 'Why looked I on that Fatal line' listed as from The Ladies' Penny Gazette, is now attributed to Louise Stuart Costello, although it appeared in The London Literary Gazette on 4th October, 1823 under the initials M. E. This followed immediately some of L. E. L.'s 'Extracts from my Pocket Book', which probably accounts for the error.
The poem 'The Wind' first appeared in The New Monthly Magazine in August, 1824 with the initial O.
Subsequent appearances include:
1826 The Gossip - T. Campbell (editor of New Monthly). Unlikely as Campbell always published under his own name.
1827 Time’s Telescope - New Monthly
1830 The Every-Day Book - The Improvisatrice
1836 Didactics: Social, Literary and Political - (by R. Walsh) - Miss Landon
1903 Posy Ring - Letitia Elizabeth Landon (incomplete)
1910 San Francisco Call - Letitia Elizabeth Landon (incomplete)
According to F. J. Sypher, Landon submitted poems to The New Monthly prior to that first published under her own name. As there are no other poems signed 'O' it is vaguely possible that one of these early submissions was picked up and printed under that designation (O=Other, O=Outsider?). This can't be ruled out, as it did appear under Miss Landon's name during her lifetime and she never disclaimed it. It is on a theme that she returned to on a number of occasions and she may not have laid claim to it because it didn't fully satisfy her.
Anyway, it is generally attributed to L. E. L. today and until "O" can be otherwise identified, that may as well remain so.
The Wind
The wind has a language, I would I could learn !
Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern,
— Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song,
And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along,
And the forest is lulled by the dreamy strain,
And slumber sinks down on the wandering main,
And its crystal arms are folded in rest,
And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.
Sometimes when autumn grows yellow and sere,
And the sad clouds weep for the dying year,
It comes like a wizard, and mutters its spell,
— I would that the magical tones I might tell—
And it beckons the leaves with its viewless hand.
And they leap from the branches at its command,
And follow its footsteps with wheeling feet,
Like fairies that dance in the moonlight sweet.
Sometimes it comes in the wintry night,
And I hear the flap of its pinions of might;
And I see the flash of its withering eye,
As it looks from the thunder-cloud sailing on high,
And pauses to gather its fearful breath,
And lifts up its voice like the angel of death, —
And the billows leap up when the summons they hear,
And the ship flies away as if winged with fear;
And the uncouth creatures that dwell in the deep
Start up at the sound from their floating sleep,
And career through the waters, like clouds through the night,
To share in the tumult their joy and delight.
And when the Moon rises the ship is no more,
Its joys and its sorrows are vanished and o’er;
And the fierce storm that slew it has faded away,
Like the dark dream that flies from the light of the day.