Date: 1762
"Whence Order, Elegance, and Beauty move / Each finer sense, that tunes the Mind to Love; / Whence all that Harmony and Fire that join, / To form a Temper, and a Soul like thine."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
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.
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1762
"'Till then [death], the Muse essays the tuneful Art, / To fix her moral Lesson on thy Heart, / Illume thy Soul with Virtue's brightest Flame, / And point it to that Heav'n from whence it came."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1770
While emulation in each bosom glow'd; / Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, / Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.
preview | full record— Wheatley, Phillis (c.1753–1784)
Date: 1773
"Sighs are incense from a heart sincere"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"While others,--consecrate to higher aims, / Whose hallowed bosoms glow with purer flames, / Love in their heart, persuasion in their tongue,-- / With words of peace shall charm the listening throng, / Draw the dread veil that wraps the' eternal throne, / And launch our souls into the bright unkn...
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
The soul contains "An embryo of God, a spark of fire divine / Which must burn on for ages."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
"Now deep retired in Frome's enchanting vale, / She pours her tuneful sorrows on the gale; / Without one fond reserve the world disclaims, / And gives up all her soul to heavenly flames."
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1773
The mind may be "a never dying flame"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1775
"BLEST Bard! to whom the Muses, grateful, gave / That pipe which erft their deareft Spenser won, / As once they found thee, pensive and alone, / Strewing sweet flow'rs upon his hallow'd grave; / Then bad thy fancy glow with sacred fire, / And softest airs thy rural verse inspire."
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)