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Date: 1762

"But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung, / In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung: / The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow, / As warm consenting Tempers here below.

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1762

"'Till then [death], the Muse essays the tuneful Art, / To fix her moral Lesson on thy Heart, / Illume thy Soul with Virtue's brightest Flame, / And point it to that Heav'n from whence it came."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1763

"My soul is on fire at this insult: his age, his virtues protect him, but Lord Melvin--Let him avoid my fury."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

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Date: 1773

"Sighs are incense from a heart sincere"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1773

"While others,--consecrate to higher aims, / Whose hallowed bosoms glow with purer flames, / Love in their heart, persuasion in their tongue,-- / With words of peace shall charm the listening throng, / Draw the dread veil that wraps the' eternal throne, / And launch our souls into the bright unkn...

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1773

The soul contains "An embryo of God, a spark of fire divine / Which must burn on for ages."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1773

"May you be enabled, by reading them frequently, to transfuse into your own breast that holy flame which inspired the writer!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

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Date: 1773

"Now deep retired in Frome's enchanting vale, / She pours her tuneful sorrows on the gale; / Without one fond reserve the world disclaims, / And gives up all her soul to heavenly flames."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1773

The mind may be "a never dying flame"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

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Date: 1775

"BLEST Bard! to whom the Muses, grateful, gave / That pipe which erft their deareft Spenser won, / As once they found thee, pensive and alone, / Strewing sweet flow'rs upon his hallow'd grave; / Then bad thy fancy glow with sacred fire, / And softest airs thy rural verse inspire."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.