Anna Laetitia Barbauld

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

To The Baron Destonne, - Poem by Anna Laetitia Barbauld


To Gallia's gay and gallant coast
Haste, little volume, speed thy flight;
And proudly there go make thy boast
How Britons love—how Britons write.
Say, Love can hold his torch as high
Beneath our heaven deformed with showers,
As in her pure and brilliant sky,
By vine-clad hills or myrtle bowers:
Ask if her damsels bloom more fair;
Ask if her swains can love as true;
And urge her poets' tuneful care
To sing their praise in numbers due.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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