Date: 1746
Imagination may play "Unbridled in the fields of day, / Thro endless time, and boundless space, / Continue unrestrain'd her race"
preview | full record— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)
Date: 1755, 1771
"Were it not so, the soul, all dead and lost, / Like the tall cliff beneath the' impassive frost, / Form'd for no end, and impotent to please, / Would lie inactive on the couch of ease: / And, heedless of proud fame's immortal lay, / Sleep all her dull divinity away."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)