What did Anna Letitia Barbauld mean by: Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd – of his love. - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England Copy
+ we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Education, Ideas, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone? Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Laughing, Laughter, Prayer, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ The dead of midnight is the noon of thought. Feraz Zeid, August 13, 2023December 12, 2023, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Midnight, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Society, Solitude, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Heart, Love, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ We can only love what we know. Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Love, Rebuilding, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ Say not ‘Good-night’ but in some brighter clime, bid me ‘Good-morning.’ Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Death, Good Night, Morning, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
+ Time deals gently with me; and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Aging, Time, 0 - Anna Letitia Barbauld Poet · England
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
