Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Beautiful, Song, Morning

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1833). “The Book of Beauty: Comprising a Collection of Tales, Poems, &c”, p.170

• Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Twilight, Sleep, Night

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1857). “The Complete Works of L. E. Landon ...”, p.205

• 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 lull'd 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.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Song, Sweet, Sleep

• Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Children, Sleep, Conscience

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1833). “The Book of Beauty: Comprising a Collection of Tales, Poems, &c”, p.198

• Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Sleep, Expectations, Anticipation

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1831). “Romance and Reality”, p.149

• My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Heart, Sleep, Tears

  "The Venetian Bracelet, The Lost Pleiad, A History of the Lyre, and Other Poems". Book by Letitia Elizabeth Landon, 1829.

• Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering acts.

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

  Sleep, Angel, Feet

  Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1829). “The Venetian bracelet: the lost pleiad ; a history of the lyre, and other poems”, p.111

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