Anna Laetitia Barbauld

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

Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems

1. A School Eclogue 9/6/2010
2. An Address To The Deity 9/6/2010
3. Delia, An Elegy 9/6/2010
4. Epistle To Dr. Enfield 9/6/2010
5. In The Manner Of Spenser 9/6/2010
6. Octogenery Reflections 9/6/2010
7. On A Portrait 9/6/2010
8. On The Backwardness Of The Spring 1771 9/6/2010
9. On The King's Illness 9/6/2010
10. Pastoral Hymn 9/6/2010
11. Peace And Shepherd 9/6/2010
12. Praise To God 9/6/2010
13. On The Death Of Mrs. Martineau, Senr. 9/6/2010
14. The Wake Of The King Of Spain 9/6/2010
15. Hymn To Content 9/6/2010
16. Lines 9/6/2010
17. Logogriph 9/6/2010
18. Epithalamium 9/6/2010
19. Fragment 9/6/2010
20. Come, Said Jesus 9/6/2010
21. To Miss F. B.: On Her Asking For Mrs. B's Love And Time 9/6/2010
22. To Miss R.: On Her Attendance On Her Mother At Buxton 9/6/2010
23. To Dr. A. 9/6/2010
24. To Mr. Bowring 9/6/2010
25. To The Baron Destonne 9/6/2010
26. To The Baron Destonne, 9/6/2010
27. Tormenting Cares 9/6/2010
28. Verses On Mrs Rowe 9/6/2010
29. To Mrs. A. 9/6/2010
30. To Mrs. Marissal 9/6/2010
31. Where A Crowd Of Pilgrims Toil 9/6/2010
32. Written On A Marble 9/6/2010
33. Verses Written In An Alcove 9/6/2010
34. To Miss T. 9/6/2010
35. To Mr. Barbauld 9/6/2010
36. Behold 9/6/2010
37. Dejection 9/6/2010
38. An Inventory Of The Furniture In Dr. Priestley's Study 9/6/2010
39. Jehovah Reigns 9/6/2010
40. Joy To The Followers Of The Lord 9/6/2010
Best Poem of Anna Laetitia Barbauld

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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Autumn

A FRAGMENT

Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush
And Summer's deeper glow, the shepherd's pipe
Tuned to the murmurs of a weeping spring,
And song of birds, and gay enameled fields,—
Farewell! 'T is now the sickness of the year,
Not to be medicined by the skillful hand.
Pale suns arise that like weak kings behold

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