Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems
|81.||To Mr. S. T. Coleridge||9/6/2010|
|82.||To Mrs. A.||9/6/2010|
|83.||To Mrs. Marissal||9/6/2010|
|84.||To Mrs. P********, With Some Drawings Of Birds And Insects.||9/6/2010|
|85.||To The Baron Destonne||9/6/2010|
|86.||To The Baron Destonne,||9/6/2010|
|87.||To The Miss Websters||9/6/2010|
|88.||To The Poor||9/6/2010|
|92.||Verses On Mrs Rowe||9/6/2010|
|93.||Verses Written In An Alcove||9/6/2010|
|95.||West End Fair||9/6/2010|
|96.||What Do The Futures Speak Of?||9/6/2010|
|97.||Where A Crowd Of Pilgrims Toil||9/6/2010|
|98.||Written On A Marble||9/6/2010|
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 ...
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!
When just is seized some valued prize,
And duties press, and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise,-
How awful then it is to die!
When, one by one, those ties are torn,