Date: w. September 1794, 1797

"Wit, that no suffering could impair, / Was thine, and thine whose mental powers / Of force to chase the fiends that tear / From Fancy's hands her budding flowers."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"Too much abounds, in this romantic age, / The horrid tale, and fear-inspiring page; / The noxious draughts from terror's poison'd bowl, / Shake the firm nerve, emasculate the soul, / The deadly bloit of prejudice impart, / And nip the fairest blossoms of the heart."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"Too much abounds, in this romantic age, / The horrid tale, and fear-inspiring page; / The noxious draughts from terror's poison'd bowl, / Shake the firm nerve, emasculate the soul, / The deadly bloit of prejudice impart, / And nip the fairest blossoms of the heart."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1799, 1806

Gold "tipp'st the leaves of fancy's fairest flow'r / With glitt'ring drops: it feels the numbing spell / Creep through each fibre slow; while ev'ry ill / Of sordid mis'ry blossoms to devour"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1800

"They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit-- / No juggling chance can metamorphose them. / Have I the human kernel first examined? / Then I know, too, the future will and action."

— Schiller, Friedrich (1759-1805)

Date: 1800

"So the schemes / Rais'd by fond Hope in youth's unclouded morn, / While sanguine youth enjoys delusive dreams, / Experience withers; till scarce one remains / Flattering the languid heart, where only Reason reigns!"

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)