Date: w. 1736, 1749
"Why should I drag along this life I hate, / Without one thought to mitigate the weight? / Whence this mysterious bearing to exist, / When every joy is lost, and every hope dismissed? / In chains and darkness wherefore should I stay, / And mourn in prison, while I keep the key?"
preview | full record— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)
Date: 1754
A mind may be cast in a different mould
preview | full record— Clark [née Lewis], Esther (bap. 1716, d. 1794)
Date: 1755
"Like Death impartial, [Love] presents his Dart, / And sure to conquer, aims at ev'ry Heart"
preview | full record— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)
Date: 1762
"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1773
"My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; / My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; / With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, / And mingles with the dross of earth again."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Sighs are incense from a heart sincere"
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Date: 1773
An awful stillness may be breathed through the soul that, "As by a charm" causes "the waves of grief to subside" and stops the "headlong Tide" of "Impetuous Passion"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Till every worldly thought within me dies, / And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes; / Till all my sense is lost in infinite, / And one vast object fills my aching sight."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Though you are so happy as to have parents, who are both capable and desirous of giving you all proper instruction, yet I, who love you so tenderly, cannot help fondly wishing to contribute something, if possible, to your improvement and welfare: and, as I am so far separated from you, that it i...
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)