Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems

Virgin, brighter than the morning,
Haste and finish thy adorning!
Hymen claims his promised day,—
Come from thy chamber, come away!
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Rise, mighty nation, in thy strength,
And deal thy dreadful vengeance round;
Let thy great spirit, roused at length,
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From rosy bowers we issue forth,
From east to west, from south to north,
Unseen, unfelt, by night, by day,
Abroad we take our airy way:
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O WISDOM! if thy soft controul
Can sooth the sickness of the soul,
Can bid the warring passions cease,
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Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice: ...
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As the poor schoolboy, when the slow-paced months
Have brought vacation times, and one by one
His playmates and companions all are fled
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Stirs not thy spirit, Priestley! as the train
With low obeisance, and with servile phrase,
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Ha, old acquaintance! many a month has past
Since last I viewed thy ruddy face; and I,
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SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring!
Whose unshorn locks with leaves
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How blest the sacred tie that binds
In union sweet according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run,
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