Date: 1785
When Reason dwells in the heart it is "Wisdom's cell"
preview | full record— Lovibond, Edward (bap. 1723, d. 1775)
Date: 1785-7, 1791, 1792
"Thus a large dumpling to its cell confin'd / (A very apt allusion to my mind)."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1787
"But let me give his m*****y a hint, / Fresh from my brain's prolific mint."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1788
"I would not hear / Aught else disturb the silent reign of death, / Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock. / That calls me home, and leads the pious soul / Through mazes of reflection, till she feels / For whom and why she lives"
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1788
"My heart throbs high, as if 'twould burst its cell."
preview | full record— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)
Date: 1790, 1794, 1795, 1818, 1827
"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite."
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: 1792
"Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly, / While boldly entering from their beastly stye, / The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1792
"Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain."
preview | full record— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)
Date: 1792
"Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read! / What though no bigger than a button hole, / Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)