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)
Date: 1784
"Louisa wrote under the immediate impression of her extacy to find Eugenio guiltless; that her mind was not sobered enough for reflection""
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1784
"She awakens with new vivacity to the impressions of pleasure, which her mind was accustomed to receive from scenic objects"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1784
"The hidden lead indents the murderer's brain; / With one demoniac glance, as down he fell, / The soul starts furious from its vital cell."
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
Date: 1784, 1810
"Oh! let thy mind's pure eye behold me soar / Where light, and life, from springs unfailing pour!"
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)
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...
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1784
Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair, / Are the fond visions of thy early day, / Till tyrant passion, and corrosive care, / Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1784
"Ah! season of delight!--could aught be found / To soothe awhile the tortur'd bosom's pain, / Of Sorrow's rankling shaft to cure the wound, / And bring life's first delusions once again, / 'Twere surely met in thee!."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1784
"Whate'er my destiny may be, / That faithful heart, still burns for thee!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1784
Go, cruel tyrant of the human breast! / To other hearts, thy burning arrows bear; / Go, where fond hope, and fair illusion rest!"
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)