Home  »  Familiar Quotations  »  Anna Letitia (Aikin) Barbauld 1743-1825 John Bartlett

John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Anna Letitia (Aikin) Barbauld 1743-1825 John Bartlett

    Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
          The Invitation.
    This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
          A Summer’s Evening Meditation.
    It is to hope, though hope were lost. 1
          Come here, Fond Youth.
      Life! we ’ve been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
  ’T is hard to part when friends are dear,—
  Perhaps ’t will 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.”
    So fades a summer cloud away;
  So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;
So gently shuts the eye of day; 2
  So dies a wave along the shore.
          The Death of the Virtuous.
    Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
          Hymns in Prose. xiii.
Note 1.
Who against hope believed in hope.—Romans iv. 18.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.—James Montgomery: The World before the Flood. [back]
Note 2.
See Chaucer, Quotation 57. [back]