Date: 1747

"Cease lovely Youth th' inchanting Sound, / Too deep already is the Wound; / Thro' all my Veins the Poison steals, / My Heart the dear Infection feels."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Lull'd by the dear bewitching Sound, / Each jarring Passion's charm'd to rest; / Yet my Soul feels a pleasing Wound, / And sweet Disorders fill my Breast."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1749

"Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: w. 1739, 1762

"Ye pale Inhabitants of Night, / Before my intellectual Sight / In solemn Pomp ascend."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1739, 1762

Melancholy's "transient Forms like Shadows pass, / Frail Offspring of the magic Glass, / Before the mental Eye."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1774

"Like to the head o'er which infection reigns, / That soon pollutes the blood in distant veins; / E'en so ill precepts will their poison spread / Among inferiors, when by greatness led."

— Bennet, John (fl. 1774-1796)

Date: 1785

"O! ye better souls, / Ye nobler few, who slumber in your race, / Tho' well begun, and forwarded with hope, / Say, will you see a fellow-spirit lost, / Thus swallow'd in the ever-yawning gulf, / That frights the mental eye, and e'en appals / The man who firmest stands, nor lend your aid / To sav...

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)