Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Anna Letitia BarbauldThe world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.
Anna Letitia BarbauldEnglishmen are said to love their laws; - that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.
Anna Letitia BarbauldThere is a land, where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles. In that land, there is eternal spring, and light without any cloud. The tree of life groweth in the midst thereof; rivers of pleasures are there, and flowers that never fade. Myriads of happy spirits are there, and surround the throne of God with a perpetual hymn. The angels with their golden harps sing praises continually, and the cherubim fly on wings of fire! This country is Heaven.
Anna Letitia BarbauldNobody ought to be too old to improve: I should be sorry if I was; and I flatter myself I have already improved considerably by my travels. First, I can swallow gruel soup, egg soup, and all manner of soups, without making faces much. Secondly, I can pretty well live without tea.
Anna Letitia Barbauld