Date: 1762

"All pow’rful Grace, exert thy gentle Sway, / And teach my rebel Passions to obey: / Lest lurking Folly with insidious Art / Regain my volatile inconstant Heart."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1773

"O Wisdom! if thy soft controul / Can soothe the sickness of the soul, / Can bid the warring passions cease, / And breathe the calm of tender peace;-- / Wisdom! I bless thy gentle sway, / And ever, ever will obey."

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

Date: 1773

"In full perfection all thy works are wrought, / And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"Before thy throne the subject-passions bow, / Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler Thou, / At thy command joy rushes on the heart, / And through the glowing veins the spirits dart."

— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)

Date: 1773

"But if thou com'st with frown austere / To nurse the brood of care and fear; / To bid our sweetest passions die, / And leave us in their room a sigh; / Or if thine aspect stern have power / To wither each poor transient flower, / That cheers the pilgrimage of woe, / And dry the springs whence ho...

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

Date: 1773

"Hail to pleasure's frolic train; / Hail to fancy's golden reign; / Festive mirth, and laughter wild, / Free and sportful as the child; / Hope with eager sparkling eyes, / And easy faith, and fond surprise: / Let these, in fairy colours drest, / Forever share my careless breast; / Then, tho' wise...

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

Date: 1773

"Nor blush, my fair, to own you copy these; / Your best, your sweetest empire is--to please."

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

Date: 1773

"Virtue that breast without a conflict gained, / And easy, like a native monarch, reigned."

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

Date: 1774

"To them see Genius her best gifts impart, / And Science raise a throne in every heart!"

— Scott, Mary [later Taylor] (1751/2-1793)

Date: 1775

"Suspence not long my anxious bosom pain'd, / My friend arrived, I clasp'd her to my breast, / I wept, I smiled, alternate passions reign'd, / Till me the sad unwelcome tale confess'd."

— Miss H******* (fl. 1751-1775)