Maccocktail: "the dead of midnight is the noon of thought."
― anna laetitia barbauld (died this day, march 9, 1825)
Nathanfrancis__: “the dead of midnight is the noon of thought.”
poems:
Publicdomainrev: english poet and essayist anna laetitia barbauld's a new map of the land of matrimony, drawn from the latest surveys (1772).
more allegorical maps dedicated to charting the highs and lows of love, courtship, and marriage here:
Kali_de_armas: "the mouse's petition," by anna laetitia barbauld, a poem from the perspective of a lab rat
Oldweirdbritain: let us turn away for a moment from man's feebleness and folly to contemplate the firstling of the year from the bosom of our common mother, earth:
the snowdrop
"flora's breath, by some transforming power,
hath changed an icicle into a flower."
- anna laetitia barbauld