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?"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1825
"This hallowed day, in Hymen's golden bands / Which joined consenting hearts and willing hands."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1825
"How would it open every secret cell / Where cherished thought and fond remembrance sleep!"
preview | full record— 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!"
preview | full record— 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"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1825
"One only passion, strong and unconfined, / Disturbed the balance of her even mind"
preview | full record— 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."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1826
"[T]hen sweet Memory / May come, and with her mirror cheer thy mind, / On whose bright surface lovelier scenes shall live / Than any shrined within Italian climes."
preview | full record— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)
Date: w. 1775, 1827
"For thou, within the human Mind / Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne, / Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined; / And either Muse is all thine own!"
preview | full record— Crowe, William (1745-1829)
Date: 1830
"'A lovely form there sate beside my bed [...]Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven, / Wooing its gentle way into my soul!"
preview | full record— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)