Date: 1682-1735
"I am this crumb of dust which is design'd / To make my Pen unto thy Praise alone, / And my dull Phancy I would gladly grinde / Unto an Edge on Zions Pretious Stone."
preview | full record— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)
Date: August 4, 1778
"Behold! the soul shall waft away, / Whene'er we come to die, / And leave its cottage made of clay, / In twinkling of an eye."
preview | full record— Hammon, Jupiter (1711-c.1800)
Date: 1922
"Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears, / Transforming me into a shape of flame. / I will come out, back to your world of tears, / A stronger soul within a finer frame."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1922
"I do not fear to face the fact and say, / How darkly-dull my living hours have grown, / My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone, / Because I loved you longer than a day!"
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)