Date: 1759

"Oh! thou art ever faithful--on thy lips / Sits pensive silence, with her hallow'd finger / Guarding the pure recesses of thy mind."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Rather say / That strong imagination burns within thee."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Vengeance!-- / That word has shot its light'ning thro' my soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"How my heart burns within me!"

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"A more than midnight gloom involves my soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"He smiles contempt; as if some inward joy, / Like the sun lab'ring in a night of clouds, / Shot forth its glad'ning unresisted beams, / Chearing the face of woe."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"By heaven that thought / lifts up my kindling soul / With renovated fire."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"These midnight visions shake my inmost soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Oh! this dire whirl of thought--my brain's on fire."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)