Date: 1773

"'How sweetly Women bill and coo! [...] 'No gall finds room within their breast, / 'There Turtle Love erects his nest."

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

"Her form was beauty's self, thro' which refin'd / Shone, like a jewel chrystal-clos'd, her mind"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1774

"Ye self-will'd herd, call Reason to unbend / Your ill-warp'd minds, and to her theme attend."

— Bennet, John (fl. 1774-1796)

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: 1776

"Oft let remembrance sooth his mind / With dreams of former days, / When in the lap of Peace reclined / He framed his infant lays; / When Fancy roved at large, nor Care / Nor cold Distrust alarm'd, / Nor Envy with malignant glare / His simple youth had harm'd."

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: w. 1763, 1776

"By mercy prompted his correcting hand / Inflicts the stroke of salutary pain, / To check tyrannic Passions's wild demand, / And free our Reason from it's slavish chain."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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)

Date: 1785

"Unwelcome is the first bright dawn of light / To the dark soul; impatient, she rejects, / And fain would push the heavenly stranger back; / She loathes the cranny which admits the day; / Confused, afraid of the intruding guest; / Disturbed, unwilling to receive the beam, / Which to herself her n...

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1785

"The effort rude to quench the cheering flame / Was mine, and e'en on Stella could I gaze / With sullen envy, and admiring pride, / Till, doubly roused by Montagu, the pair / Conspire to clear my dull, imprisoned sense, / And chase the mists which dimmed my visual beam."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1785

"Oft as I trod my native wilds alone, / Strong gusts of thought would rise, but rise to die; / The portals of the swelling soul ne'er oped / By liberal converse, rude ideas strove / Awhile for vent, but found it not, and died."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)