The Invitation, by Anna Letitia Barbauld
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
Life! I know not what thou art,
But know tha...
Oh! Hear a pensive captive's prayer,
For libe...
Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Ho...
Blissfully I float
On candy floss clouds  ...
Hope stirs like a diminutive butterfly
In the ...
Halcyon days
In lush green meadows. Ca...
What would'st thou--mortal rash and blind?
Has...
A NIGHT SCENE. The midnight hour had struck, ...
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heav...
In the bright sunny days of halcyon youth,
Wh...
Hark, hark! What sound is yon I hear,
Borne ...
Oh! Such a heavenly night as this
Might almost...
Now 'tis moonlight's softest hour,
When fairi...
Heard ye the sound of the muffled drum
And the...
'Twas at the middle hour of night;
And though...
The poets have muddled all the little fountains...
Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...
Go ask the warriors, O daughter of Malec, if ...
Oh, take this pansy blossom,
And study well ...
How strangely familiar all that I see,
The sw...
Tahiti fair is Heaven's own land--
A paradise ...
A blaze of glory, or a demon wild,
A phantom...
Come on then, ye, dwellers by Nature in darkn...
The Dog beneath the Cherry-tree
Has ways that ...