Anna Laetitia Barbauld Quotes

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Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

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Thy peace is sealed, thy rest is sure,
My sorrows are to come.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
If mind, as ancient sages taught,
A never dying flame,
Still shifts thro' matter's varying forms,
In every form the same, Beware, lest in the worm you crush
A brother's soul you find;
And tremble lest thy luckless hand
Dislodge a kindred mind.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Let us confess a truth, humiliating to human pride; — a very small part only of the opinions of the coolest philosopher are the result of fair reasoning; the rest are formed by his education, his temperament, by the age in which he lives, by trains of thought directed to a particular track through some accidental association — in short, by prejudice.

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Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

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Life! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me's a secret yet.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
We should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give — O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken.

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Who can resist those dumb beseeching eyes,
Where genuine eloquence persuasive lies?
Those eyes, where language fails, display thy heart
Beyond the pomp of phrase and pride of art.

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The world has little to bestow
Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
The well-taught philosophic mind
To all compassion gives;
Casts round the world an equal eye,
And feels for all that lives.

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Come calm content serene and sweet,
O gently guide my pilgrim feet
To find thy hermit cell.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

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Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew,
In Eden's pure and guiltless garden grew—
Gay without toil, and lovely without art,
They spring to cheer the sense, and glad the heart.

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Haste, precious pledge of happy love, to go
Auspicious borne through life's mysterious gate.

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Health to my friend, and long unbroken years,
By storms unruffled and unstained by tears:
Winged by new joys may each white minute fly;
Spring on her cheek, and sunshine in her eye.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

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Happy is he to whom, in the maturer season of life, there remains one tried and constant friend...

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If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd,
And spurn'd a tyrant's chain,
Let not thy strong oppressive force
A free-born mouse detain.

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Meek-eyed Eve, her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires through the Hesperian gardens of the west, and shuts the gates of day.

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So when unseen destruction lurks,
Which men like mice may share,
May some kind angel clear thy path,
And break the hidden snare.

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The chearful light, the vital air,
Are blessings widely given ;
Let nature's commoners enjoy
The common gifts of heaven.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Children have almost an intuitive discernment between the maxims you bring forward for their use, and those by which you direct your own conduct.

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Love delights to bless
The generous transports of a fond excess.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
I read his awful name, emblazon'd high
With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld
If an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.

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