More quotes by Anna Laetitia Barbauld
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripen'd in our northern sky.
We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
I read his awful name, emblazon'd high
With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.
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Every joy that some experience is paid for by the sorrow of others.
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