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It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal woundthat he will never get over it. Robert Lee Frost		Friday Aug 23, 2019
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About Anna Letitia (Aikin) Barbauld

	Anna Letitia (Aikin) Barbauld
	(1743-1825) English poet, writer, one of the foremost radical intellectual women of her time.

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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.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?

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!

Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse.

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd of his love.

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.

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

We can only love what we know.

The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

It is to hope, though hope were lost.

While Genius was thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a very different appearance, named Application.

And when midst fallen London, they survey The stone where Alexanders ashes lay, Shall own with humbled pride the lesson must By Times slow finger written in the dust.

Life! weve 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.

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are over; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun....

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.

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