Date: 1773

"My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; / My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; / With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, / And mingles with the dross of earth again."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Sighs are incense from a heart sincere"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"While others,--consecrate to higher aims, / Whose hallowed bosoms glow with purer flames, / Love in their heart, persuasion in their tongue,-- / With words of peace shall charm the listening throng, / Draw the dread veil that wraps the' eternal throne, / And launch our souls into the bright unkn...

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"My heart in Delia is so fully blest, / It has no room to lodge another joy."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Let gladness dwell in every heart, / And praise on every tongue."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Beware of all, guard every part, / But most, the traitor in thy heart."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"How bright the scene to Fancy's eye appears, / Through the long perspective of distant years, / When this, this little group their country calls / From academic shades and learned halls, / To fix her laws, her spirit to sustain, / And light up glory through her wide domain!"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

Souls may be ripened in "our northern sky"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Not all the storms that shake the pole / Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul, / And smooth unaltered brow."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)