Poem by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

On a Lady's Writing

HER even lines her steady temper show;
Neat as her dress, and polish'd as her brow;
Strong as her judgment, easy as her air;
Correct though free, and regular though fair:
And the same graces o'er her pen preside
That form her manners and her footsteps guide. 

1. What Do the Futures Speak of?
2. To Mrs. Marissal
3. To Dr. A.
4. The Death of Virtuous
5. The Wake of the King of Spain

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