Date: 1762-3
"With these grave fops, whose system seems / To give up certainty for dreams / The eye of man is understood / As for no other purpose good / Than as a door, through which, of course, / Their passage crowding objects force; / A downright usher, to admit / New-comers to the court of Wit."
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1763, 1767
"The guardian genius of his dawning thought, / Who wide disclos'd to wisdom's sacred ray / The eager inlets of his ample mind, / And pour'd upon each opening mental cell, / The virtue-forming scientific beam / With letter'd and religious radiance fill'd, / The fair expanses of his princely soul, ...
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1784
"Shall we, because we strive in vain to tell / How Matter acts on incorporeal Mind, / Or how, when sleep has lock'd up ev'ry sense, / Or fevers rage, Imagination paints / Unreal scenes, reject what sober sense, / And calmest thought attest?"
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)
Date: 1773
"Sincere Devotion needs no outward shrine: / The Centre of an humble Soul is Thine."
preview | full record— Byrom, John (1692-1763)
Date: 1785-7, 1791, 1792
"Thus a large dumpling to its cell confin'd / (A very apt allusion to my mind)."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1793
"Flit, Galloway, and find / Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, / The picture of thy mind"
preview | full record— Burns, Robert (1759-1796)
Date: 1810
"And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell / Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1817
"But he, the bard of every age and clime, / Of genius fruitful, ardent and sublime, / Who, from the glowing mint of fancy, pours / No spurious metal, fused from common ores, / But gold, to matchless purity refined, / And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind."
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1820
"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"
preview | full record— Keats, John (1795-1821)