Date: 1789, 1797
"Each motive base it [the soul] nobly spurns, / And bright with purest passion burns."
preview | full record— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)
Date: 1790
"'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still / To ruin man, besets the female heart, / Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames / The hungry passions, that like arid flax / Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1790
"Our minds, when young, are like tinder--they will catch any spark, whether emitted by Virtue or by Vice; and it is to be lamented, that the latter emits them more than the former."
preview | full record— Trusler, John (1735-1820)
Date: 1791
"This is that incense of the heart / Whose fragrance smells to heaven."
preview | full record— Cotton, Nathaniel, the elder (1705-1788)
Date: 1789, 1791, 1799
"When Air's pure essence joins the vital flood, / And with phosphoric Acid dyes the blood, / Your Virgin trains the transient Heat dispart, / And lead the soft combustion round the heart; / Life's holy lamp with fires successive feed"
preview | full record— Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)
Date: 1793
"Law may be supposed to have been constructed in the tranquil serenity of the soul, a suitable monitor to check the inflamed mind with which the recent memory of ills might induce us to proceed to the exercise of coercion"
preview | full record— Godwin, William (1756-1836)
Date: 1793
"Perish the masses for a burning soul, / That never yet extinguish'd half a coal!"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1793
"Their mind is not always prepared to pour forth its burning ideas; it is kindled by the flame which it strikes from the collision of the works of great writers."
preview | full record— Disraeli, Isaac (1766-1848)
Date: 1796
"Away with friendship! 'tis a cold unfeeling word: my bosom burns with love, with unutterable love, and love must be its return."
preview | full record— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)
Date: 1796
"I have not yet forgot the pains / I felt, while bound in Julia's chains: / The ardent flames with which my bosom burned; / The nights I passed deprived of rest; / The jealous pangs which racked my breast; / My disappointed hopes, and passion unreturned."
preview | full record— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)