Anna Letitia Barbauld
Anna Letitia Barbauld
Anna Laetitia Barbauldwas a prominent English poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, and children's author...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 June 1743
imbibing prejudice absurd
it is, in truth, the most absurd of all suppositions, that a human being can be educated, or even nourished and brought up, without imbibing numberless prejudices from every thing which passes around him.
pride train-of-thought track
Let us confess a truth, humiliating to human pride; - a very small part only of the opinions of the coolest philosopher are the result of fair reasoning; the rest are formed by his education, his temperament, by the age in which he lives, by trains of thought directed to a particular track through some accidental association - in short, by prejudice.
knowledge knowing giving
many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give - O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken.
strong character compassion
if an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.
law giving england
Englishmen are said to love their laws; - that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.
education ideas able
we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.
eye compassion giving
The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.
summer time eye
So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
spring years firsts
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
life good-night morning
Life! we've 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."
hope lost-hope lost
It is to hope, though hope were lost.
moon-night noon darkness-of-night
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
country spring flower
There 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...
good-night morning prayer
Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'