Poem by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

To a Friend

May never more of pensive melancholy
Within thy heart, beneath thy roof appear,
Than just to break the charm of idle folly,
And prompt for others' woes the melting tear;
No more than just that tender gloom to spread
Where thy beloved Muses wont to stray,
To lift the thought from this low earthy bed,
Or bid hope languish for a brighter day;
And deeper sink within thy feeling heart
Love's pleasing wounds, or friendship's polished dart! 

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

John Pierpont To a Friend ("Friend of my dark and solitary hour")

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