Works
Landau was a recognized authority in rabbinical matters, and many authors solicited his approbation of their works. He himself was a prolific writer, and was the author of the following commentaries:
- Ma'aneh Eliyahu (Wilna, 1840), on the Tanna debe Eliyahu, accompanied with notes on other subjects under the title Siaḥ Yiẓḥaḳ
- A double commentary on the Mekilta (ib. 1844): Berure ha-Middot, on the text, and Miẓẓui ha-Middot, glosses to the Biblical and Talmudic passages quoted in the commentary
- Patshegen (ib. 1858), on Proverbs
- Miḳra Soferim (Suwalki, 1862), on Masseket Soferim
- Dober Shalom (Warsaw, 1863), on the daily prayers
- Kiflayimle-Tushiyyah, on the twelve Minor Prophets (only that on Joel published, Jitomir, 1865) and on Psalms (Warsaw, 1866)
- Patshegen ha-Dat, on the Five Scrolls (Wilna, 1870) and on the Pentateuch (ib. 1872-75)
- Aḥarit le-Shalom (ib. 1871), on the Pesaḥ Haggadah
- Derek Ḥayyim (ib. 1872), on Derek Ereẓ Zuṭa
- Lishmoa' ka-Limmudim (ib. 1876), on the aggadah of the Talmudists
- Simlah Ḥadashah, on the Maḥzor (published in the Wilna editions of the Maḥzor)
Landau published also Derushim le-Kol Ḥefẓehem (ib. 1871-77), a collection of sermons; and two of his funeral orations: Ḳol Shaon (Wilna, 1872; also translated into Russian language), on the wife of Prince Potapov; and Ebel Kabed (Eydtkuhnen, 1873), on Samuel Straschun. He left besides a number of works still unpublished as of 1906.
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