Date: 1743
"For part they must: Body and Soul must part; / Fond Couple! link'd more close than wedded Pair."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
Date: 1743
"This wings its Way to its Almighty Source, / The Witness of its Actions, now its Judge: / That drops into the dark and noisome Grave, / Like a disabled Pitcher of no Use."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
Date: 1743
"Here garrulous Old Age winds up his Tale; / And jovial Youth of lightsome vacant Heart, / Whose ev'ry Day was made of Melody, / Hears not the Voice of Mirth."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
Date: 1743
"Sound was the Body, and the Soul serene; / Like two sweet Instruments ne'er out of Tune, / That play their several Parts."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
Date: 1743
"For all was pure within: No fell Remorse, / Nor anxious Castings up of what might be, / Alarm'd his peaceful Bosom: Summer Seas / Shew not more smooth, when kiss'd by Southern Winds / Just ready to expire."
preview | full record— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)
Date: 1744, 1746
"Wide-stretching from these shores, / A people savage from remotest time, / A huge neglected empire, one vast mind, / By Heaven inspired, from gothic darkness call'd."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1744, 1746
"That with the vivid energy of sense, / The truth of Nature, which with Attic point / And kind well temper'd satire, smoothly keen, / Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1746
"And with him took none but O'Neil, / Whose heart he found as true as steel"
preview | full record— Graham, Dougal (bap. 1721, d. 1779)
Date: 1746, 1793
"Then, then, exert thy utmost pow'r, / And teach me Being to endure; / Lest reason from the helm should start, / And lawless fury rule my heart; / Lest madness all my soul subdue, / To ask her Maker, What dost thou?"
preview | full record— Blacklock, Thomas (1721-1791)
Date: 1746, 1793
"Yet, could'st thou in that dreadful hour, / On my rack'd soul all Lethe pour, / Or fan me with the gelid breeze, / That chains in ice th' indignant seas."
preview | full record— Blacklock, Thomas (1721-1791)