Anna Laetitia Barbauld

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

Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems

81. Enigma 9/6/2010
82. Eighteen Hundred And Eleven 9/6/2010
83. Dirge 9/6/2010
84. Delia, An Elegy 9/6/2010
85. Dejection 9/6/2010
86. Corsica 9/6/2010
87. Come, Said Jesus 9/6/2010
88. Characters 9/6/2010
89. Behold 9/6/2010
90. Beauty Of Insects 9/6/2010
91. Awake My Soul! 9/6/2010
92. Autumn 9/6/2010
93. An Inventory Of The Furniture In Dr. Priestley's Study 9/6/2010
94. An Autumnal Thought 9/6/2010
95. An Address To The Deity 9/6/2010
96. A Thought On Death 9/6/2010
97. A Summer Evening's Meditation 9/6/2010
98. A School Eclogue 9/6/2010
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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...

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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,

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