The Invitation (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789Friend of those years which from Youth's sparkling fountWith silent lapse down Time's swift gulf ...
WHO HAD WISHED AT THE NEXT TRANSIT OF MERCURY TO FIND HIMSELF AGAIN BETWEEN MRS. LA BORDE AND MRS. B.In ...
Midway the hill of science, after steepAnd rugged paths that tire the' unpractised feet,A grove extends; in tangled mazes wrought,And ...
Ye who around this venerated bierIn pious anguish pour the tender tear,Mourn not!-'Tis Virtue's triumph, Nature's doom,When honoured Age, slow ...
Again the Lord of life and lightAwakes the kindling ray;Unseals the eyelids of the morn,And pours increasing day.O what a ...
Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;O born to rule in partial Law's despite,Resume thy ...
The world is not their friend, nor the world's law.Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toilYon craggy steeps among!Strange their ...
LIFE! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or ...
When sickness clouds the languid eye,And seeds of sharp diseases flySwift through the vital frame;Rich drugs are torn from earth ...
Blest art! What magic powers with thine may vie,That brings (too seldom seen) a Brother nigh?That gives, by colours into ...
When life as opening buds is sweet, And golden hopes the fancy greet,And Youth prepares his joys to meet,—Alas! how ...
Dear faithful object of my tender care,Whom but my partial eyes none fancy fair;May I unblamed display thy social mirth,Thy ...
Farewell, mild saint!-meek child of love, farewell!Ill can this stone thy finished virtues tell.Rest, rest in peace! the task of ...
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