Date: 1821
"'Ah, move,' he said, 'and you shall feel / That Paddy has a heart of steel"
preview | full record— Combe, William (1742 -1823)
Date: 1823
The "venom'd shafts" of Cupid "empoison mortal joy," "Drawing from heav'n the soul of man to earth, / With foul alloy debasing purest treasure."
preview | full record— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)
Date: 1824
"'I rose; and, bending at her sweet command, / Touched with faint lips the cup she raised, / And suddenly my brain became as sand / 'Where the first wave had more than half erased / The track of deer on desert Labrador; / Whilst the wolf, from which they fled amazed, / 'Leaves his stamp visibly u...
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1826
"Then with a Warmth of Language, which He thought / Must on a Heart of Steel or Stone have wrought, / He prest his Suit"
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: 1826
"Seen many a Comrade droop, & strove to steel / His heart, but still the Woes of War could fee / With Other Woes."
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: 1827
"I feel a joy, / Dear to my heart, and mixed with no alloy."
preview | full record— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Date: 1838
" But hope rose gently in the mother's breast; / For well she knew that neither grief nor joy / Pain'd without hope, or pleased without alloy"
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: 1838
"Hard was his heart; but yet a heart of steel / May melt in dying, and dissolving feel."
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"The sacred links of that chain have never been entirely disjoined, which descending through the minds of many men is attached to those great minds, whence as from a magnet the invisible effluence is sent forth, which at once connects, animates, and sustains the life of all"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"It is as it were the interpretation of a diviner nature through our own; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only as on the wrinkled sand which paves it."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)