Date: 1785
"To holy Solitude I flew, / And bade the Muse her sympathy prepare! / There closeted with Thought, / The brain its shapeless travail wrought!"
preview | full record— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)
Date: 1785
When Reason dwells in the heart it is "Wisdom's cell"
preview | full record— Lovibond, Edward (bap. 1723, d. 1775)
Date: 1785-7, 1791, 1792
"Thus a large dumpling to its cell confin'd / (A very apt allusion to my mind)."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1786
"Add to this, that, whenever you sell the liberty of a man, you have the power only of alluding to the body: the mind cannot be confined or bound: it will be free, though its mansion be beset with chains."
preview | full record— Clarkson, Thomas (1760–1846)
Date: 1786
"'Tis thy pure spirit warms my Anna's mind. / Beams thro' the pensive softness of her form, / And holds its altar--on her spotless heart!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1787
"But let me give his m*****y a hint, / Fresh from my brain's prolific mint."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1788
"I would not hear / Aught else disturb the silent reign of death, / Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock. / That calls me home, and leads the pious soul / Through mazes of reflection, till she feels / For whom and why she lives"
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1788
"She knew none of the inhabitants of the vast city to which she was going: the mass of buildings appeared to her a huge body without an informing soul."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"I am a wretch! and she heaved a sigh that almost broke her heart, while the big tears rolled down her burning cheeks; but still her exercised mind, accustomed to think, began to observe its operation, though the barrier of reason was almost carried away, and all the faculties not restrained by h...
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1788
"My heart throbs high, as if 'twould burst its cell."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)