Date: 1723
"Then, gentle Muse, be still my Guest; / Take full Possession of my Breast."
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1723
"When Friends Advice with Lovers Forces joyn, / They conquer Hearts more fortified than mine."
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1723
"Mine [heart] open lies, without the least Defence; / No Guard of Art; but its own Innocence; / Under which Fort it could fierce Storms endure: / But from thy Wit I find no Fort secure."
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1724, 1755
"Such Verse where Fear and humble Passion speak, / Where crowding Thoughts in soft Confusion break"
preview | full record— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)
Date: 1725
"From that she pass'd to a Description of the Happiness of mutual Affection; -- the unspeakable Extasy of those who meet with equal Ardency; and represented it in Colours so lively, and disclos'd by the Gestures with which her Words were accompany'd, and the Accent of her Voice so true a Feeling ...
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1737
One shouldn't "dread th' Effects of all their treach'rous Arts, / Their boasted Stratagems to conquer Hearts"
preview | full record— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)
Date: 1755
"Like Death impartial, [Love] presents his Dart, / And sure to conquer, aims at ev'ry Heart"
preview | full record— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)
Date: 1791, 1806
"Then spare, thou sweet Urchin, thou soother of pain, / Oh! spare the soft picture engrav'd on my heart; / As a record of Love let it ever remain; / My bosom thy tablet--thy pencil a dart."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: w. c. 1789, published 1825
"Dost thou not see,--or art thou blind with age,-- / How many Graces on her eyelids sit, / Linking those viewless chains that bind the soul, / And sharpening smooth discourse with pointed wit."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1926
"Suddenly she remembered the goods yard at Paddington, and all her thoughts slid together again like a pack of hounds that have picked up the scent."
preview | full record— Warner, Sylvia Townsend (1893-1978)