Date: 1808
"In panoply of lead and brass / Their cautious hearts unfold, / Which beauty cannot pierce, alas! / Unless with darts of gold!"
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Date: 1808
"The soft harp's many-sounding strings, / Wak'd by the blushing maid, / Could melt the iron hearts of kings, / And beauty's influence aid"
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1808
"Yet our souls are so crusted with housewifely moss, / That Fancy's bright furnace yields nothing but dross:"
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1808
"No gossip in my faithful heart / Shall ever occupy her room"
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1808
"Yet adamantine souls, and iron forms, / Hard brac'd by toil, and nurst among the storms, / Whom pleasure ne'er could melt, or terror freeze, / Can trace undaunted even such scenes as these"
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Date: 1808
"'But when the Bard by Arun's stream / Indulg'd each sadly tender theme, / And with enchantment wild combin'd / The countless "shadowy tribes of mind;'"
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Date: 1808
"With active force the comprehensive mind / Breaks custom's chains and prejudice's ties, / And wide in sportive curves unbounded flies."
preview | full record— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)
Date: 1808
"Draw close those ties, so fine and yet so strong, / That gently lead the willing soul along, / Nor crush beneath oppression's iron rod / The kindred image of the parent God; / Nor think that rigour's galling chains can bind / The native force of the superior mind."
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Date: 1809
"Could my ideas flow as fast as the rain in the store-closet it would be charming."
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Date: 1810
"Bid Rowe, bid Otway's magic softness rise, / Steal o'er his form, and languish in his eyes; / Melt in his voice, till Memory hints no more / The woes unreal; but, with forfeit power, / Resigns her empire o'er the yielding soul / To sighs and tears she ceases to controul."
preview | full record— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)