Date: February 22, 1723

"At this late hour, / What discord breaks the virtuous harmony, / Which wont to reign within thy pious breast?"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: 1724

"Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh! / Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear, / And my soul jars within me."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1755

"Think not these Tears unnerve me, valiant Friends: / They have but harmoniz'd my Soul; and waked / All that is Man within me, to disdain / Peril, or Death."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1756

"Haste, haste thee quickly to my aid, / And tune my jarring soul to love."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1761

"Wake my Harp! to melting Measures, / Pour thy softest, sweetest Treasures, / Such as lift the Thoughts on high; / 'Till the rapt Soul, Earth forsaking, / Heaven-ward it's Flight is taking, / On the Wings of Harmony."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1761

"Our General amidst the Noise of War, / Has a Soul tun'd to all the softer Passions."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1782

"Where are those cunning men, / Who boast, by chosen sounds, and measur'd sweetness, / To set the busy spirits in a flame, / And cool them at their will? who know the art / To call the hidden pow'rs of numbers forth, / And make that pliant instrument, the mind, / Yield to the pow'rful sympathy of...

— More, Hannah (1745-1833)