Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"'Twas thus, if ancient fame the truth unfold, / Two faithful needles, from the informing touch / Of the same parent-stone, together drew / Its mystic virtue, and at first conspir'd / With fatal impulse quivering to the pole."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)
Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Passion's fierce illapse / Rouzes the mind's whole fabric; with supplies / Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers / Intensely poiz'd, and polishes anew / By that collision all the fine machine: / Else rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees / Incumbering, choak at last what heaven design'd ...
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)
Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"These the part / Perform of eager monitors, and goad / The soul more sharply than with points of steel, / Her enemies to shun or to resist."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)
Date: 1753
"But their Hearts were steel'd by Custom."
preview | full record— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)
Date: 1753
"Tis well you have a Heart of Stone, the Tale wou'd melt it else."
preview | full record— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)
Date: 1774
"The attraction of the magnet is only exerted upon similar particles; and to taste the beauties of Homer it is requisite to partake his fire: but every one can relish the author who represents common life, because every one can refer to the originals from whence his ideas were taken"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1788
"For Virtue, with divine controul, / Collects the various powers of soul; / And lends, from her unsullied source, / The gems of thought their purest force."
preview | full record— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)
Date: 1788
"True courage in the unconquer'd soul / Yields to Compassion's mild controul; / As, the resisting frame of steel / The magnet's secret force can feel."
preview | full record— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)
Date: 1788
"Or, if where savage habit steels / The vulgar mind, one bosom feels / The sacred claim of helpless woe-- / If Pity in that soil can grow; / Pity! whose tender impulse darts / With keenest force on nobler hearts; / As flames that purest essence boast, / Rise highest when they tremble most."
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