Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Anna Laetitia Barbauld was a prominent English Romantic poet, essayist, and children's author.
A "woman of letters" who published in multiple genres, Barbauld had a successful writing career at a time when female professional writers were rare. She was a noted teacher at the Palgrave Academy and an innovative children's writer; her primers provided a model for pedagogy for more than a century. Her essays demonstrated that it was possible for a woman to be publicly engaged in politics, and other women authors emulated her.Even more important, her poetry was foundational to the development of Romanticism in England. Barbauld was also a literary critic, and her anthology of... more »
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Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems
A Summer Evening's Meditation
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the south Has spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hours Move silent on; the skies no more repel
Epistle To William Wilberforce, Esq.
Cease, Wilberforce, to urge thy generous aim! Thy Country knows the sin, and s ...
Eighteen Hundred And Eleven
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar, O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war: To the stern call still Britain bends her ear,
The First Fire
Ha, old acquaintance! many a month has past Since last I viewed thy ruddy face; and I,
Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush And Summer's deeper glow, the shepherd's pipe
A Thought on Death
When life as opening buds is sweet, And golden hopes the fancy greet, And Youth prepares his joys to meet,- Alas! how hard it is to die!
Epitaph On The Same
Farewell, mild saint!—meek child of love, farewell! Ill can this stone thy finished virtues tell. Rest, rest in peace! the task of life is o'er;
Awake My Soul!
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.
An Autumnal Thought
'Tis past! we breathe! assuaged at length The flames that drank our vital strength! Smote with intolerable heat
No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now; Depart in peace, thy little life is safe, For I have scanned thy form with curious eye,
For Easter Sunday
Again the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray; Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a generous undiminished state;
The Mouse's Petition
OH ! hear a pensive captive's prayer, For liberty that sighs; And never let thine heart be shut
Inscription For An Ice-House
Stranger, approach! within this iron door Thrice locked and bolted, this rude arch beneath That vaults with ponderous stone the cell; confined
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A Summer Evening's Meditation
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the south
Has spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hours
Move silent on; the skies no more repel
The dazzled sight, but with mild maiden beams
Of temper'd light, invite the cherish'd eye
To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft
DIAN's bright crescent, like a silver bow
New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns
Impatient for the night, and seems to push
Her brother down the sky. Fair VENUS shines
Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood
Of soften'd radiance...