Date: 1772, 1810
"'So vain his wishes, and so weak his mind, / 'His soul, a bright obscurity at best, / 'And rough with tempests his afflicted breast, / 'His life, a flower ere evening sure to fade, / 'His highest joys, the shadow of a shade."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: 1772
"The poetry of them is often extremely noble; and the mysterious air which prevails in them, together with its delightful impression upon the mind, cannot be better expressed than in that remarkable description with which they inspired the German editor Eschenbach."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)
Date: 1764, 1773
"And souls, however mean or vile, / Like features, brighten by a smile."
preview | full record— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)
Date: 1773, 1810
"Must not a being, then, by nature wrought, / To show her power in matter, and in thought, /Each light impression thrilling through his frame, /Inspired by heaven's most sublimated flame;"
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1773, 1810
"Hail, mild Philosophy! the province thine, / To chase the spectres of the dark Divine! / Not to fix errour, but with reason's art, / To root the stiff old-woman from the heart."
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Date: 1773, 1810
"Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers, / But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours."
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Date: 1773, 1810
"In my mind's eye with joy the heights I see; / For Middlesex! my soul exults in thee!"
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1773, 1810
"The bard enjoys ethereal bliss to-day; / Bright are his thoughts, and vigorous is his lay: / To-morrow brings a melancholy scene; / Relaxed, untuned is all the fine machine;"
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1773, 1806
"Truth's unclouded ray" may strike the soul and melt Suspicion away
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1773
Materialist philosophers describe "scoring Traces on the Paper Soul, / Blank, shaven white, they fill th' unfurnish'd Pate / With new Idéas, none of them innate."
preview | full record— Byrom, John (1692-1763)