Date: 1748
The sorrowing soul is tempestuous
preview | full record— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)
Date: 1752
"Should passion e'er his soul deform, / Serenely meet the bursting storm; / Never in wordy war engage, / Nor ever meet his rage with rage. / With all our sex's softening art / Recall the lost reason to his heart; / Thus calm the tempest in his breast, / And sweetly soothe his soul to rest."
preview | full record— Clark [née Lewis], Esther (bap. 1716, d. 1794)
Date: 1758
"Within MYSELF does Virtue dwell? / Is all serene and beauteous there? / What mean these chilling damps of fear? "
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)
Date: 1762
"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1762
"Pure from th' eternal Source of Being came / That Ray divine that lights the human Frame: / Yet oft, forgetful of it's heavenly Birth, / It sinks obscur'd beneath the Weight of the Earth: / Mechanic Pow'rs retard it's Flight, and hence / The Storms of Passion, and the Clouds of Sense: / 'Tis Lif...
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
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
"The potent sounds like lightning dart / Resistless through the glowing heart"
preview | full record— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)
Date: 1777
The soul may be tossed in a whirlwind
preview | full record— Savage, Mary (fl. 1763-1777)
Date: 1785
"The effort rude to quench the cheering flame / Was mine, and e'en on Stella could I gaze / With sullen envy, and admiring pride, / Till, doubly roused by Montagu, the pair / Conspire to clear my dull, imprisoned sense, / And chase the mists which dimmed my visual beam."
preview | full record— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)
Date: 1785
"Oft as I trod my native wilds alone, / Strong gusts of thought would rise, but rise to die; / The portals of the swelling soul ne'er oped / By liberal converse, rude ideas strove / Awhile for vent, but found it not, and died."
preview | full record— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)