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To a LADY, With some painted FLOWERS. ---------tibi lilia plenis Ecce ferunt nymphæ calathis. VIRGIL FLOWERS to the fair : To you these flowers I bring, And strive to greet you with an earlier spring. Flowers sweet, and gay, and delicate like you ; Emblems of innocence, and beauty too. With flowers the Graces bind their yellow hair, And flowery wreaths consenting lovers wear. |
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Table of Contents Introduction to this Hypertext Notes A note on "To a Lady, with some painted Flowers" Contemporary View "Observations on Female Literature in General, Including Some Particulars Relating to Mrs. Montagu and Mrs. Barbauld," The Westminster Magazine (June 1776): 283-5 Poem Web "On a Lady's Writing" Anna Barbauld: A Chronology Selected Bibliography of Barbauld's works, by Daniel E. White, University of Puget Sound The Anna Lætitia Barbauld Website edited by Lisa Vargo and Allison Muri |
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Flowers,
the sole luxury which nature knew, In Eden's pure and guiltlese garden grew. To loftier forms are rougher tasks assign'd ; The sheltering oak resists the stormy wind, The tougher yew repels invading foes, And the tall pine for future navies grows ; But this soft family, to cares unknown, Were born for pleasure and delight alone. Gay without toil, and lovely without art, They spring to cheer the sense, and glad the heart. Nor blush, my fair, to own you copy these ; Your best, your sweetest empire is---to please. |
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