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

"Often, like the evening-sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul."

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"never joy, / Save th' anxious sordid one to view his gold, / Could touch his marble heart"

— Mickle, William Julius [formerly William Meikle] (1734-1788)

Date: 1762

"But as the fire / Refines the silver; so a taste of woe / Awakes the Soul."

— Mickle, William Julius [formerly William Meikle] (1734-1788)

Date: 1762

"To mine the king of Iniscon,' said Connal, 'heart of steel'"

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"But when the king came, in the sound of his course, what heart of steel could stand!"

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"My soul, that never melted before; it was like the steel of my sword"

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"A troubled joy rose on her mind, like the red path of lightning on a stormy cloud!'

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"'Rest thou,' I said, 'behind my shield; rest in peace, thou beam of light! the gloomy chief of Sora will fly, if Fingal's arm is like his soul."

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)

Date: 1762

"The soul of Nathos was sad, like the sun in the day of mist, when his face is watry and dim."

— Ossian; Macpherson, James (1736-1796)