Date: 1761
"The storm is past; / Sorrows as deep, tho' calmer, now succeed; / My soul shuts out each soft and joyful sense, / Ev'n Love itself, to entertain thy wrongs."
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)
Date: 1761, 1765
Authors may "still, as by magic, Passion's inbred storm"
preview | full record— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)
Date: 1761, 1765
"Labour and Want (unhospitable twain) / Chill not the current in Life's salient vein; / Nor damp the spirits, else of sprightly cast, / Nor check the nobler passions of the breast; / Nor blunt the fine Sensation's tender edge, / Which man's chief pride philosophers allege. / Thus some fair ...
preview | full record— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)
Date: 1762, 1781
"SUFFOLK's Daughter sinks not with her Woe: / Beneath it's Weight I feel myself resign'd; / Tho' strong the Tempest, stronger still my Mind."
preview | full record— Keate, George (1729-1797)
Date: 1762
"A troubled joy rose on her mind, like the red path of lightning on a stormy cloud!'
preview | full record— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)
Date: 1762
"The soul of Nathos was sad, like the sun in the day of mist, when his face is watry and dim."
preview | full record— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)
Date: 1762
"Je méditois donc sur le triste sort des mortels flottant sur cette mer des opinions humaines, sans gouvernail, sans boussole, & livrés à leurs passions orageuses, sans autre guide qu’un pilote inexpérimenté qui méconnaît sa route, & qui ne sait ni d’où il vient ni où il va."
preview | full record— Rousseau, Jean-Jacques (1712-1778)
Date: 1760-1761, 1762
"Those storms may discompose in proportion as they are strong, or the mind is pliant to their impression."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: 1760-1761, 1762
"YOUR last letters betray a mind seemingly fond of wisdom, yet tempested up by a thousand various passions."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: September 1762; 1774
"And every Moralist will find / A ruling passion in the mind: / Which, tho' pent up and barricado'd / Like winds, where Æolus bravado'd; / Like them, will sally from their den, / And raise a tempest now and then; / Unhinge dame Prudence from her plan, / And ruffle all the world of man."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)