Date: 1788
"Or, if where savage habit steels / The vulgar mind, one bosom feels / The sacred claim of helpless woe-- / If Pity in that soil can grow; / Pity! whose tender impulse darts / With keenest force on nobler hearts; / As flames that purest essence boast, / Rise highest when they tremble most."
preview | full record— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)
Date: 1791
"In the rich realms of polished taste, / Where judgment penetrates to find / The treasures of the unwrought mind, / Where conversation's ardent spirit / Refines from dross the ore of merit, / Where emulation aids the flame / And stamps the sterling bust of fame."
preview | full record— West, Jane (1758-1852)
Date: 1791, 1806
"'Till virtue, pointing out the purer mind, / Secures the gem, and leaves the dross behind, / Claims the bright spirit from its native clod, / And bears it, spotless, to the sight of God!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1796
"There lux'ry spreads profusion wide, / To glut the iron breast of pride!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1797
"Man, lost in ignorance and toil, / Becomes associate to the soil, / And his heart hardens like his native rock."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1799
"[Y]et much the Poet found, / To swell Imagination's golden store, / On Arno's bank"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)