Date: 1805
"To draw whose character exceeds my art, / I bear it deep engraven in my heart; / Yet this one print drawn out, I'll dare to say / Phoebus himself can scarce the whole display"
preview | full record— Blount [née Guise], Annabella (fl. 1700-741)
Date: w. c. 1800, 1805
"These sudden eruptions of the passions of the multitude, spread, like the lava of a volcano, throughout all France, nor could men of correct judgment, who aimed only at reform of abuses, and a renovation in all the departments, check the fury of the torrent."
preview | full record— Warren, Mercy Otis (1728-1814)
Date: 1805
"Still is it the false coinage of my fears?"
preview | full record— Baillie, Joanna (1762-1851)
Date: 1806
"On a shelf, / (Yclept a mantle-piece) a phial stands, / Half fill'd with potent spirits!--haunt the poet's restless brain, / And fill his mind with fancies whimsical."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1806
The fancy may be sick (and borne on a grey goose wing to immortal fame)
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1791, 1806
"As Reason, fairest daughter of the skies, / Explor'd the vale, where mortal mis'ry lies; / Led on by fortitude, with eye serene, / She mark'd each object of the varying scene."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1797, 1806
"While shadows, blanks to reason's orb, / In dread succession haunt the brain"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1791, 1806
"Then spare, thou sweet Urchin, thou soother of pain, / Oh! spare the soft picture engrav'd on my heart; / As a record of Love let it ever remain; / My bosom thy tablet--thy pencil a dart."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1806
"Where is the stamp which marks th' immortal soul, / And places thee above the growling brute?"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1806
"But when thy true poetic lays, / Pierce to the Heart's remotest cell; / We feel the conscious innate praise"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)