Date: 1792
"One idea calls up another, its old associate, and memory, faithful to the first impressions, particularly when the intellectual powers are not employed to cool our sensations, retraces them with mechanical exactness."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1792
"This habitual slavery, to first impressions, has a more baneful effect on the female than the male character, because business and other dry employments of the understanding, tend to deaden the feelings and break associations that do violence to reason."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1792
"Thus degraded, her reason, her misty reason! is employed rather to burnish than to snap her chains."
preview | full record— Wollstonecraft, Mary (1759-1797)
Date: 1791, 1792
"For thou to me canst sov'reign bliss impart, / Thy mind my empire--and my throne thy heart."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1792
"For any kind of reading, I think better than leaving a blank still blank, because the mind must receive a degree of enlargement and obtain a little strength by a slight exertion of its thinking powers."
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Date: 1793, 1797
"Then, while each hideous image to his mind, / Rises terrific, o'er a bleeding corse / Stumbling he falls."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1793
"Tears from our sex are not always the result of grief; they are frequently no more than little sympathetic tributes which we pay to our fellow-beings, while the mind and the heart are steeled against the weakness which our eyes indicate"
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1793
"Can you say, your mind and heart are so steeled?"
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1793
"I must consider what's to be done--and in this room my thoughts are too confined to reflect."
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1793
"[Y]et, half repentant now / Her headlong haste, she wishes she had staid / To die with those affrighted Fancy paints / The lawless soldiers' victims."
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