Date: 1667

" (Your Mind b'ing more transcendent than your State, / For while but Knees to this, Hearts bow to that,)"

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1703

"Weary'd at last, curst Hymen's Aid I chose; / But find the fetter'd Soul has no Repose."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

Date: 1703

"Distorted Nature shakes at the Controul, / With strong Convulsions rends my strugling Soul; / Each vital String cracks with th' unequal Strife, / Departing Love racks like departing Life; / Yet there the Sorrow ceases with the Breath, / But Love each day renews th' torturing scene of Death."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

Date: 1784

The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours / Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread, / And still with sportive hand has snatch'd wild flowers, / To weave fantastic garlands for my head: / But far, far happier is the lot of those / Who never learn'd her dear delusive art; / Which, while i...

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1786

"But your humanity must ever be engraved on my heart."

— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)

Date: 1786

"Nay, with every other person 'tis the same thing--If we are stuffed into a coach, with a little chattering pert Miss, "Oh dear, Mr. Anthony Euston, you must not ride backwards, here is room for you on this seat--and Mr. Euston, I know, will like one seat as well as another"--and then am...

— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)

Date: 1799

"Come, bright IMAGINATION, come! relume / Thy orient lamp; with recompensing ray / Shine on the Mind, and pierce its gathering gloom / With all the fires of intellectual Day!"

— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)

Date: 1806

"But when thy true poetic lays, / Pierce to the Heart's remotest cell; / We feel the conscious innate praise"

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

Date: 1810

"And let thy rage, with fancied wrongs insane, / Steel every thought with Delia's proud disdain"

— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)

Date: 1842

"Think'st thou fond memory will not bear / Thy image through the drowning tear? / The mind's eye then shall take the place, / And wander o'er thy much lov'd face."

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)