Anna Letitia Barbauld Quotes on Poetry
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Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
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OH! hear a pensive captive's prayer, For liberty that sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the prisoner's cries.
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If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd, And spurn'd a tyrant's chain, Let not thy strong oppressive force A free-born mouse detain.