Date: 1761, 1765

"But, after Fancy's eagle-flights were o'er, / And heav'n-illumin'd Genius could no more; / Thus, conscious all his best essays how vain, / Might the rapt bard conclude his humble strain."

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1762

"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1763

"Nor hope the Conquest of that stubborn Heart"

— Hoyland, Francis (1727-1786)

Date: 1764, 1773

"But 'tis not Gomez, 'tis not he whose heart / Is crusted o'er with dross, whose callous mind / Is senseless as his gold."

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)

Date: 1765

"Reason ne'er weighs the beauties of the mind, / If but the sordid balance sinks with gold!"

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1770

"Not greater wonder seiz'd th' abode / Of gloomy Dis, infernal god, / With pity when th' Orphean lyre / Did every iron heart inspire, / Sooth'd tortur'd ghosts with heavenly strains, / And respited eternal pains."

— Dalton, John (b. 1709, d. 1763)

Date: 1772

"In Fancy's Mirror, we but darkling see, / What must, hereafter, our Advantage be."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1773

"My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; / My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; / With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, / And mingles with the dross of earth again."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Sighs are incense from a heart sincere"

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)