Anna Laetitia Barbauld

(20 June 1743 – 9 March 1825 / Leicestershire, England)

Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems

1. A School Eclogue 9/6/2010
2. A Summer Evening's Meditation 9/6/2010
3. A Thought On Death 9/6/2010
4. An Address To The Deity 9/6/2010
5. An Autumnal Thought 9/6/2010
6. An Inventory Of The Furniture In Dr. Priestley's Study 9/6/2010
7. Autumn 9/6/2010
8. Awake My Soul! 9/6/2010
9. Beauty Of Insects 9/6/2010
10. Behold 9/6/2010
11. Characters 9/6/2010
12. Come, Said Jesus 9/6/2010
13. Corsica 9/6/2010
14. Dejection 9/6/2010
15. Delia, An Elegy 9/6/2010
16. Dirge 9/6/2010
17. Eighteen Hundred And Eleven 9/6/2010
18. Enigma 9/6/2010
19. Epistle To Dr. Enfield 9/6/2010
20. Epistle To William Wilberforce, Esq. 9/6/2010
21. Epitaph On The Same 9/6/2010
22. Epithalamium 9/6/2010
23. Eternity 9/6/2010
24. For Easter Sunday 9/6/2010
25. Fragment 9/6/2010
26. How Blest The Righteous When He Dies! 9/6/2010
27. Hymn To Content 9/6/2010
28. Hymn: Ye Are The Salt Of The Earth 9/6/2010
29. In The Manner Of Spenser 9/6/2010
30. Inscription For An Ice-House 9/6/2010
31. Jehovah Reigns 9/6/2010
32. Joy To The Followers Of The Lord 9/6/2010
33. Life! I Know Not What Thou Art 9/6/2010
34. Lines 9/6/2010
35. Logogriph 9/6/2010
36. Octogenery Reflections 9/6/2010
37. Ode To Remorse 9/6/2010
38. Ode To Spring 9/6/2010
39. On A Lady's Writing 9/6/2010
40. On A Portrait 9/6/2010
Best Poem of Anna Laetitia Barbauld

Epistle To William Wilberforce, Esq.

ON THE REJECTION OF THE BILL FOR ABOLISHING THE SLAVE TRADE, 1791.

Cease, Wilberforce, to urge thy generous aim!
Thy Country knows the sin, and stands the shame!
The Preacher, Poet, Senator in vain
Has rattled in her sight the Negro's chain;
With his deep groans assailed her startled ear,
And rent the veil that hid his constant tear;
Forced her averted eyes his stripes to scan,
Beneath the bloody scourge laid bare the man,
Claimed Pity's tear, urged Conscience' strong controul,
And flashed conviction on her shrinking soul.
The Muse too, soon awaked, with ...

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An Autumnal Thought

'Tis past! we breathe! assuaged at length
The flames that drank our vital strength!
Smote with intolerable heat
No more our throbbing temples beat.
How clear the sky, how pure the air,
The heavens how bright, the earth how fair!
The bosom cool, the spirits light,
Active the day, and calm the night!

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