When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
Quote by Anna Letitia Barbauld
Anna Letitia Barbauld Quotes
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.
The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object,...
We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?