Date: 1825

"Thus, when the fervid Passions cool, / And Judgement, late, begins to rule; / When Reason mounts her throne serene, / And social Friendship gilds the scene; / When man, of ripened powers possest, / Broods o'er the treasures of his breast; / Exults, in conscious worth elate, / Lord of himself--al...

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

Date: 1825

"Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind; / Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul, / Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul, / Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years, / Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears."

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

Date: 1825

The "white page of innocence and youth" may be tinted.

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

Date: 1825

"Is there whose hours / Of still domestic leisure breathe the soul / Of friendship, peace, and elegant delight / Beneath poetic shades, where leads the Muse / Through walks of fragrance, and the fairy groves / Where young ideas blossom?"

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

Date: 1825

"This hallowed day, in Hymen's golden bands / Which joined consenting hearts and willing hands."

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

Date: 1825

"How would it open every secret cell / Where cherished thought and fond remembrance sleep!"

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

Date: 1825

"Yet still to humble hope enough is given / Of light from reason's lamp, and light from heaven, / To teach us what to follow, what to shun, / To bow the head and say "Thy will be done!"

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

Date: 1825

"Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breast / When love first enters there, a timid guest"

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

Date: 1825

"One only passion, strong and unconfined, / Disturbed the balance of her even mind"

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

Date: w. c. 1789, published 1825

"Dost thou not see,--or art thou blind with age,-- / How many Graces on her eyelids sit, / Linking those viewless chains that bind the soul, / And sharpening smooth discourse with pointed wit."

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