Date: 1791

"She bids the soften'd Passions live--/ The Passions urge again their sway."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1792

"As when in ocean sinks the orb of day, / Long on the wave reflected lustres play; / Thy tempered gleams of happiness resigned / Glance on the darkened mirror of the mind."

— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)

Date: 1792

"Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain."

— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)

Date: 1792

"More noble than the sycophant, whose art / Must heap with taudry flowers thy hated shrine; / I envy not the meed thou canst impart / To crown his service--while, tho' Pride combine / With Fraud to crush me--my unfetter'd heart / Still to the Mountain Nymph may offer mine."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1791, 1792

"For thou to me canst sov'reign bliss impart, / Thy mind my empire--and my throne thy heart."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1793

"There, train'd amid slaughter and ruin to wade, / They toil in the heart-steeling, barbarous trade."

— Wilson, Alexander (1766-1813)

Date: 1793, 1797

"Then, while each hideous image to his mind, / Rises terrific, o'er a bleeding corse / Stumbling he falls."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1793

"Amidst the lustful fires he walks: his feet become like brass, / His knees and thighs like silver, & his breast and head like gold."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)

Date: 1793

"[Y]et, half repentant now / Her headlong haste, she wishes she had staid / To die with those affrighted Fancy paints / The lawless soldiers' victims."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1793

"Flit, Galloway, and find / Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, / The picture of thy mind"

— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)