- The world has little to bestow
- Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.
ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, Delia
- Society than solitude is worse
- And man to man is still the greatest curse.
ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, Ovid to His Wife
- Eternity.Thy name
- Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts
- Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being,
- Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st
- All sense, all reasoning,thou, who never wast
- Less than thyself, and who still art thyself
- Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken
- Equals thy present storeNo line can reach
- To thy unfathomed depths. The reasoning sage
- Who can dissect a sunbeam, count the stars,
- And measure distant worlds, is here a child,
- And, humbled, drops his calculating pen.
ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, "Eternity"
- Fair Spring! whose simplest promise more delights
- Than all their largest wealth, and thro' the heart
- Each joy and new-born hope
- With softest influence breathes.
ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, "Ode to Spring"
- Life! we have been long together,
- Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
- 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
- Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;-
- Then steal away, give little warning,
- Choose thine own time;
- Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime
- Bid me Good-morning!
ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, "Life! I Know Not What Thou Art"