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Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Anna Letitia Barbauld
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Anna Letitia Barbauld
Age: 81 †
Born: 1743
Born: June 20
Died: 1825
Died: March 9
Essayist
Literary Critic
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Leicestershire
England
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Time deals gently with me and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy.
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The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.
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The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.
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Young gentlemen, who are to display their knowledge to the world, should have every motive of emulation, should be formed into regular classes, should read and dispute together, should have all the honors, and, if one may say so, the pomp of learning set before them, to call up their ardor. It is their business, and they should apply to it as such.
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While Genius was thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a very different appearance, named Application.
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We can only love what we know.
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Forgotten rimes, and college themes, Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes A mass of heterogeneous matter. A chaos dark, nor land nor water.
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Fair Venus shines Even in the eve of day, with sweetest beam Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.
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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.
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Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse.
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The awakenings of remorse, virtuous shame and indignation, the glow of moral approbation if they do not lead to action, grow less and less vivid every time they occur, till at length the mind grows absolutely callous.
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Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
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It would be difficult to determine whether the age is growing better or worse for I think our plays are growing like sermons, and our sermons like plays.
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The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
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Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.
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When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
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