Date: 1779

"Such pensiveness oft follows, when the mind, / Surcharg'd with joy, hath yielded all her pow'rs / To the insidious guest."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Mean time, Editha send; some secret grief / Preys on her mind, and fain I would relieve / Her bosom'd anguish."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Darting like hidden sun-beams on my mind, / And make it drunk with bliss."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms / Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds / Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Ten thousand terrors now besieg'd her soul; / Ten thousand nothings, which her fancy drest / In colour, substance, circumstance, and form."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Inspir'd thus by the Priest's heroic charge, / seem'd to press to be the earliest victim; / Their souls on fire, were eager to depart / The earthly sphere, and seise on their immortal crowns."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"This duty paid, a dawn, like that of peace, / By soft degrees illum'd the mourner's mind."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Forgive the frenzy of a heart unsteel'd / By disappointment's shocks."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"Oh, spare me then the horror of a sight / My fiery brain splits but to think on!"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1780

"The heart which burns and wastes with hopeless ardors!"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)