Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо)

Written on a Marble

The world's something bigger,
But just of this figure
And speckled with mountains and seas;
Your heroes are overgrown schoolboys
Who scuffle for empires and toys,
And kick the poor ball as they please.
Now Cæsar, now Pompey, gives law;
And Pharsalia's plain,
Though heaped with the slain,
Was only a game at taw. 

1. An Inventory of the Furniture in Dr. Priestley's Study
2. Song 3 (LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me)
3. The Invitation, to Miss B—
4. To Miss R—, on her Attendance upon her Mother at Buxton
5. Song 5 (AS near a weeping spring reclin'd)

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