Quote#Death
An Alma girl! oh shame, deep shame
Quote byLetitia Elizabeth Landon · 1802–1838
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Improvisatrice (1824), The Bayadere from The London Literary Gazette (30th August, 6th and 13th September 1823).
English (original)
An Alma girl! oh shame, deep shame, To Brahma's race and Brahma's name! Unmarked, unpitied, she turned aside, For a moment her bursting tears to hide. None thought of the Bayadere, till the fire Blazed redly and fiercely the funeral pyre, Then like a thought she darted by, And sprang on the burning pile to die!
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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