Date: 1759

"How my heart burns within me!"

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"A more than midnight gloom involves my soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"He smiles contempt; as if some inward joy, / Like the sun lab'ring in a night of clouds, / Shot forth its glad'ning unresisted beams, / Chearing the face of woe."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"By heaven that thought / lifts up my kindling soul / With renovated fire."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"These midnight visions shake my inmost soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Oh! this dire whirl of thought--my brain's on fire."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"The moral duties of the private man / Are grafted in thy soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"My soul with pleasure takes her flight, that thus / Faithful in death, I leave these cold remains / Near thy dear honour'd clay."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"But if an Original, by being as excellent, as new, adds admiration to surprize, then are we at the writer's mercy; on the strong wing of his imagination, we are snatched from Britain to Italy, from climate to climate, from pleasure to pleasure; we have no home, no thou...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)