if an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect. Anna Letitia Barbauld More Quotes by Anna Letitia Barbauld More Quotes From Anna Letitia Barbauld We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone? Anna Letitia Barbauld laughter praying laughing The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life. Anna Letitia Barbauld important mind life There is a land, where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles. In that land, there is eternal spring, and light without any cloud. The tree of life groweth in the midst thereof; rivers of pleasures are there, and flowers that never fade. Myriads of happy spirits are there, and surround the throne of God with a perpetual hymn. The angels with their golden harps sing praises continually, and the cherubim fly on wings of fire! This country is Heaven. Anna Letitia Barbauld flower spring country We can only love what we know. Anna Letitia Barbauld peru rebuilding love Children have almost an intuitive discernment between the maxims you bring forward for their use, and those by which you direct your own conduct. Anna Letitia Barbauld example use children The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives. Anna Letitia Barbauld eye compassion giving Life! we've been long together Anna Letitia Barbauld friends good-night life Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse. Anna Letitia Barbauld society solitude men many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give - O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken. Anna Letitia Barbauld knowing giving knowledge Let us confess a truth, humiliating to human pride; - a very small part only of the opinions of the coolest philosopher are the result of fair reasoning; the rest are formed by his education, his temperament, by the age in which he lives, by trains of thought directed to a particular track through some accidental association - in short, by prejudice. Anna Letitia Barbauld train-of-thought track pride Time deals gently with me; and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy. Anna Letitia Barbauld aging easy time It is to hope, though hope were lost. Anna Letitia Barbauld lost-hope losing hope 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. Anna Letitia Barbauld vivid awakening mind Nobody ought to be too old to improve: I should be sorry if I was; and I flatter myself I have already improved considerably by my travels. First, I can swallow gruel soup, egg soup, and all manner of soups, without making faces much. Secondly, I can pretty well live without tea. Anna Letitia Barbauld eggs sorry travel The best way for women to acquire knowledge is from conversation with a father, a brother, or a friend, in the way of family intercourse and easy conversation, and by such a course of reading as they may recommend. Anna Letitia Barbauld reading brother father Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping? Anna Letitia Barbauld red eye children And when midst fallen London, they survey The stone where Alexander's ashes lay, Shall own with humbled pride the lesson must By Time's slow finger written in the dust. Anna Letitia Barbauld dust pride time 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. Anna Letitia Barbauld eye summer time Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love. Anna Letitia Barbauld maids shepherds love Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.' Anna Letitia Barbauld good-night morning death
