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Date: 1777
"For since, my Lord, at Reason's awful bar / You plac'd Devonia's Duchess, 'mid the war / Of jarring tongues; since Satire's two-edg'd sword, / That smites alike the Peasant and the Lord, / By Genius whetted, threats its angry blow; / --I tremble at the vengeance of the Foe-- / While my starv'd M...
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1777
"Not all her arts my steady soul shall move, / And she shall find that Reason conquers Love"
preview | full record— Lyttelton, George, first Baron Lyttelton (1709-1773)
Date: 1777
"Courage, the warrior's bosom steel'd."
preview | full record— Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)
Date: 1777
"Is there no Senator, whose soul disdains / To bear about his mind the golden chains / Of base Corruption?"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1777
In "the dark maeanders" of Vice's "foul abode ... busy Spirits forge, with curious art,/ The triple plates of brass, to guard the heart / From Reason's bold assault"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1777
In Vice's "foul abode ... hellish ministers with fatal care / From baneful drugs the potent juice prepare; / Whose dead'ning posset dulls the mental sense
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1777
"Not like a cloyster'd drone, to read and doze, / In undeserving, undeserv'd repose; / But reason's influence to diffuse; to clear / The enlighten'd world of every gloomy fear; / Dispel the mists of error, and unbind / Those pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind."
preview | full record— Lyttleton, George, 1st Baron Lyttleton (1709-1773)
Date: 1767, 1778
"To human frames these structures seem akin, / With aspect fair, while reason rules within."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
"To human frames these structures seem akin, / With aspect fair, while reason rules within."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
"Envy in courts and cottages will dwell, / Nay climb to heaven itself, tho' born in hell: / In every living bosom lurks this pest, / But reigns unrival'd in the human breast; / On reason's throne usurps a thorny part, / And plants a thousand daggers in the heart."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
