Date: 1799

"High themes the rapt concent'ring Thoughts explore, / Freed from external Pleasure's glittering chain."

— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)

Date: 1799

"My father!--my father!--why have you concealed yourself so long from your son?--why have you not sooner communicated joy to a bosom to which it has hitherto been a stranger?"

— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1799, 1806

"O Gold! thou pois'nous dross, whose subtile pow'r / Can change men's souls, or captive take the will."

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1799, 1806

Gold "tipp'st the leaves of fancy's fairest flow'r / With glitt'ring drops: it feels the numbing spell / Creep through each fibre slow; while ev'ry ill / Of sordid mis'ry blossoms to devour"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1799

"Nor seldom Indolence these lawns among / Fixes her turf-built seat; and wears the garb / Of deep philosophy, and museful sits, / In dreamy twilight of the vacant mind, / Soothed by the whispering shade; for soothing soft / The shades; and vistas lengthening into air, / With moonbeam rainbows ti...

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1799

"They have their reward; it was born with them: a free, a noble heart, which no chains can confine, which amid all the horrors of imprisonment is still free."

— Lawrence, Rose (fl. 1799)

Date: 1799

"And by him is our union also sanctioned!--love too first chained our hearts together, and nature drew the bond more closely."

— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1799

"I saw you stand in chains before Pizarro; I heard you speak like an ancient Roman; and at that moment the chains glided from your hands to my heart."

— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1799

"And by him is our union also sanctioned!--love too first chained our hearts together, and nature drew the bond more closely."

— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1799

"You will not, by blasting the latter, render yourself unworthy of the former, and tear asunder the only bond which unites Elvira's heart to yours."

— Plumptre, Anne (1760-1818); Kotzebue (1761-1819)