| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9532fd1 | I read his awful name, emblazon'd highWith golden letters on th' illumin'd sky. | Anna Letitia Barbauld | ||
| fd07694 | Come calm content serene and sweet,To find thy hermit cell. | Anna Letitia Barbauld | ||
| 97344a0 | Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,And souls are ripened in our northern sky. | Anna Letitia Barbauld | ||
| 45c747e | This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars. | Anna Letitia Barbauld | ||
| 2cdd190 | It is to hope, though hope were lost. | Anna Letitia Barbauld |