Date: w. c. 1751, 1775

"And see, with these is holy Friendship found, / With chrystal bosom open to the sight; / Her gentle hand fhall close the recent wound, / And fill the vacant heart with calm delight."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: w. c. 1749, 1775

"A solemn stillness creeps upon my soul, / And all its pow'rs in deep attention die."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

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."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1775

"For woes on woes that anxious wretch pursue, / And on his soul fantastic terrors croud, / Who dares with eye distrustful stretch his view / Where Fate has spread her providential cloud."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1775

"With thee among the haunted groves / The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves, / O let me find her here!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1775

"Then Peace shall heal this wounded breast, / That pants to see another blest, / From selfish passion pure."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1775

"How like a wanton lamb that careless play'd, / The shepherd and the fold forgotten quite, / My vagrant soul, in search of vain delight, / Many long years from her true Shepherd stray'd!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: w. 1763, 1776

"By mercy prompted his correcting hand / Inflicts the stroke of salutary pain, / To check tyrannic Passions's wild demand, / And free our Reason from it's slavish chain."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1772, 1776, 1810, 1825

"For, oh! my heart was light as ony bird that flew, / And, wae as a' thing was, it had a kindly hue."

— Barnard [née Lindsay], Lady Anne (1750-1825)

Date: 1777

"My pineal gland could you but view, / You'd scarce believe your eyes see true: / There's such a jumble; good and bad, / All sorts of thoughts, may there be had; / Like broker's shop, where we may find / Goods that belong to half mankind."

— Savage, Mary (fl. 1763-1777)