Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Born
in Leicestershire, The United Kingdom
June 20, 1743
Died
March 09, 1825
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“Is there not
A tongue in every star that talks with man,
And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.”
―
A tongue in every star that talks with man,
And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.”
―
“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!”
―
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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