The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld; With a Memoir Volume 1

The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld; With a Memoir Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1825 edition. Excerpt: ...her prospects all serene, Each part of life sustained with equal worth, And not a wish left unfulfilled on earth, Like a tired traveller with sleep opprest, Within her children's arms she dropped to rest. Farewell! thy cherished image, ever dear, Shall many a heart with pious, love revere: Long, long shall mine her honoured memory bless, Who gave the dearest blessing I possess. AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY. God of my life! and author of my days! Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise; And trembling, take upon a mortal tongue That hallowed name to harps of seraphs sung. Yet here the brightest seraphs could no more Than veil their faces, tremble, and adore. Worms, angels, men, in every different sphere Are equal all, --for all are nothing here. All nature faints beneath the mighty name, Which nature's works though all their parts proclaim. I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul, And breathe an awful stillness through my soul; As by a charm, the waves of grief subside; Impetuous Passion stops her headlong tide: At thy felt presence all emotions cease, And my hushed spirit finds a sudden peace, Till every worldly thought within me dies, And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes; Till all my sense is lost in infinite, And one vast object fills my aching sight. But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, And mingles with the dross of earth again. But he, our gracious Master, kind as just, Knowing our frame, remembers man is dust. His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind, Sees the first wish to better hopes inclined; Marks the young dawn of every virtuous aim, And fans the smoking flax into a name. His ears are open to the softest cry, His grace descends more

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  • Paperback | 62 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236933214
  • 9781236933218