Date: 1786
"But your humanity must ever be engraved on my heart."
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1786
"Nay, with every other person 'tis the same thing--If we are stuffed into a coach, with a little chattering pert Miss, "Oh dear, Mr. Anthony Euston, you must not ride backwards, here is room for you on this seat--and Mr. Euston, I know, will like one seat as well as another"--and then am...
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1788
"The mind's disease, perhaps, I'm not less a stranger to--Oh! trust the noble patient to my care."
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1789
"A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates"
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Date: 1793
"Tears from our sex are not always the result of grief; they are frequently no more than little sympathetic tributes which we pay to our fellow-beings, while the mind and the heart are steeled against the weakness which our eyes indicate"
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1793
"Can you say, your mind and heart are so steeled?"
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1793
"I must consider what's to be done--and in this room my thoughts are too confined to reflect."
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1796, 1806
"A dread coincidence of time and act / Drew me from Reason's empire to Despair!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1796, 1806
"O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope / Dazzles my aching senses, and I start / As from a dream of horror, where the brain, / Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire / Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1796, 1806
"Ambition!--not that emulative zeal Which wings the tow'ring souls of godlike men! / But bold, oppressive, self-created pow'r, / That, trampling o'er the barrier of the laws, / And scattering wide the tender shoots of pity, / Strikes at the root of reason, and confines / Nature itself in bondage!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)