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|
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...
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!