Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems
- The Caterpillar No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now; ...
- Epistle To William Wilberforce... Cease, Wilberforce, to ...
- Autumn Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush And...
- A Summer Evening's Meditation 'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of...
- Eighteen Hundred And Eleven Still the loud death drum, ...
- To A Little Invisible Being Germ of new life, whose powers ...
- For Easter Sunday Again the Lord of life and light Awakes ...
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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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,
Noted the silver line that streaks thy back,
The azure and the orange that divide
Thy velvet sides; thee, houseless wanderer,
My garment has enfolded, and my arm
Felt the light pressure of thy hairy feet;
Thou hast curled round my finger; from its tip,
Precipitous descent! with stretched out neck,
Bending thy head in airy vacancy,
This way and that, inquiring, thou hast seemed
To ask protection; now, I cannot kill thee.