Date: 1682-1735
"I am this crumb of dust which is design'd / To make my Pen unto thy Praise alone, / And my dull Phancy I would gladly grinde / Unto an Edge on Zions Pretious Stone."
preview | full record— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)
Date: August 4, 1778
"Behold! the soul shall waft away, / Whene'er we come to die, / And leave its cottage made of clay, / In twinkling of an eye."
preview | full record— Hammon, Jupiter (1711-c.1800)
Date: 1787
"They will not always expertly distinguish the several species of geniuses, the golden, the silver, the brazen, and the iron."
preview | full record— Adams, John (1735-1826)
Date: 1820
"And they [Stewart, Tracy, Cabanis] ask why may not the mode of action called thought, have been given to a material organ of peculiar structure, as that of magnetism is to the needle, or of elasticity to the spring by a particular manipulation of the steel."
preview | full record— Jefferson, Thomas (1743-1826)
Date: March 1843
"It was the sad confession and continual exemplification of the shortcomings of the composite man, the spirit burdened with clay and working in matter, and of the despair that assails the higher nature at finding itself so miserably thwarted by the earthly part."
preview | full record— Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864)
Date: 1845
"No words, no tears, no prayers, from his gory victim, seemed to move his iron heart from its bloody purpose."
preview | full record— Douglass, Frederick (1818-1895)
Date: 1845
"Under its influence, the tender heart became stone, and the lamblike disposition gave way to one of tiger-like fierceness."
preview | full record— Douglass, Frederick (1818-1895)
Date: 1845
"I then presented an appearance enough to affect any but a heart of iron."
preview | full record— Douglass, Frederick (1818-1895)
Date: 1850
"The characters of the narrative would not be warmed and rendered malleable by any heat that I could kindle at my intellectual forge."
preview | full record— Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864)
Date: 1854
"They love the soil which makes their graves, but have no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)