Date: 1762
"But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung, / In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung: / The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow, / As warm consenting Tempers here below.
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Date: 1762
"Unreal Fantoms, empty void of Pow’r, / Borne on the fleeting Pinions of an Hour! / Desert in Death the disappointed Mind, / Nor leave a Trace of Happiness behind!"
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Date: 1766
"Mute is each Syren Passion's faithless song / Check'd and suspended by the solemn scene: / Mute the wild clamours of the giddy throng, / And only heard the "still small voice" within."
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Date: 1773
"Not all the storms that shake the pole / Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul, / And smooth unaltered brow."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Till every worldly thought within me dies, / And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes; / Till all my sense is lost in infinite, / And one vast object fills my aching sight."
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Date: 1773
"Such were the working thoughts which swelled the breast / Of generous BOSWEL."
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Date: w. c. 1751, 1775
"And see, with these is holy Friendship found, / With chrystal bosom open to the sight; / Her gentle hand fhall close the recent wound, / And fill the vacant heart with calm delight."
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)
Date: w. c. 1749, 1775
"A solemn stillness creeps upon my soul, / And all its pow'rs in deep attention die."
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)
Date: 1775
"How like a wanton lamb that careless play'd, / The shepherd and the fold forgotten quite, / My vagrant soul, in search of vain delight, / Many long years from her true Shepherd stray'd!"
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Date: 1784
"Had I the dread necessity explained, / That with resistless force my freedom chained; / Tore the sweet bands, by virtuous passion tied, / And stampt our constancy with parricide."
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)