Poems by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Poems by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Jehovah Reigns, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Jehovah reigns: let every nation hear,
And at his footstool bow with holy fear;
Let heaven's ...

Life! I Know Not What Thou Art, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Life! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or w...

The Mouse's Petition, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Oh! Hear a pensive captive's prayer,
For liberty that sighs;
And never let thine heart be shu...

Ode to Spring, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring!
Wh...

On the Backwardness of Spring 1771, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

In vain the sprightly sun renews his course,
Climbs up th' ascending signs and leads the day,
...

Praise to God, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of ever...

A Thought on Death, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

When life as opening buds is sweet,
And golden hopes the fancy greet,
And Youth prepares his...

Verses Written in an Alcove, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Now the moon-beam's trembling lustre
Silvers o'er the dewy green,
And in soft and shadowy colo...

Autumn, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush
And Summer's deeper glow, the shepherd's pip...

Characters, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Oh! Born to sooth distress, and lighten care;
Lively as soft, and innocent as fair;
Blest w...

Come, Said Jesus, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.   Come, said...

Corsica, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Hail, generous Corsica! Unconquered isle!
The fort of freedom; that amidst the waves
Stands li...

Eternity, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

The year has run
Its round of seasons, has fulfilled its course,
Absolved its destined period...

For Easter Sunday, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
A...

The Groans of the Tankard, by Anna Letitia Barbauld

OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;
The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;
Th...