Date: 1773, 1894-1895
One may learn "her Lesson from within" and "There […] read the Characters imprest / Upon the Mind of ev'ry human Breast,-- / The native Laws prescrib'd to every Soul, / And Love, the One Fulfiller of the Whole."
preview | full record— Byrom, John (1692-1763)
Date: 1774
"That Bride, if reason may presume / To judge by things past, things to come, / In future times will tread the stage, / Equally form'd for love and rage, / Whilst Pope for comic humour famed, / Shall live when Clive no more is named."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)
Date: 1775
"What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul, / Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs, / By Reason's light on Resolution's wings, / Spite of her frail / companion, dauntless goes / O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's snows? "
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1775
The judgment may mend the plan drawn by fancy
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1775
"My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; / And in my breast the imperfect joys expire."
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1775
"Let Jervase gratis paint, and Frowd / Save Three-pence, and his Soul"
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1777, 1810
"And oft the bard's elastic mind / To lighter images inclined; / In concord with Anacreon's measure, / Courts the jovial gods of pleasure."
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1777, 1810
"Well-pleased, in fancy he surveys, / With fancy's mimick tint pourtrays / The fate elysian of the swain, / Who, stranger to his nymph's disdain, / Feels the true zest of Cupid's reign, / His lasting joys enhanced by momentary pain."
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1778
" In thee, by art, the demon stands confest, / But nature on thy soul has stamped the god."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1778, 1804
"But when that seal is first imprest, / When the young heart its pain shall try, / From the soft, yielding, trembling breast, / Oft seems the startled soul to fly."
preview | full record— Langhorne, John (1735-1779)