Quotes by A. L. Barbauld

Come calm content serene and sweet,      O gently guide my pilgrim feet      To find thy hermit cell.

— A. L. Barbauld

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.

— A. L. Barbauld

          Life! we've 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."

— A. L. Barbauld