Date: 1790
"The passions heated, reason strives in vain; / Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul / Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent / To turn and wind it in a world of sin."
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Date: 1790
"'Tis God's decree engrav'd upon the heart / To make us wait with patience, till he comes, / Undraws the curtain, and dispels the gloom, / And takes us to his bosom, and rewards / Our constancy and truth."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1790
"Though the ruling passion of mankind is a thirst for gain, yet this often leads to the perversion of honour, virtue, and goodness; whereas, the one we are speaking of confirms them all."
preview | full record— Trusler, John (1735-1820)
Date: 1790
"Her sickly mind / Was ill at ease, though seated on the throne / of affluence and plenty."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1790
'While we converse together, and I feel / 'Secret correction from the bolt of truth / 'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides, / Borne on the wings of reason to her throne."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1790
One may have two souls "which, like two mighty Kings, / 'Ever contending for the sov'reignty, / 'Stir up sedition and revolt within"
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Date: 1790
A better soul "by revolution strange" may come to sit on her throne
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1790
"O lovely queen, / Beauty usurps the empire of my heart, / All its affections."
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Date: 1792
"For oft, their due degrees / Abandon'd, one essential ev'n excludes / The rest; or argument, perhaps, usurps / The throne of pathos; or the passions, free / From previous forms, as great emergence calls, / Burst on a CATILINE's devoted head / Impetuous."
preview | full record— Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)
Date: 1792
"Around [Religion's] emerald throne / The passions tremble at her awful beck-- ' Her ministers as flaming fire,' to waft / Into the mortal bosom the pure spark / Æthereal, that refines our thought"
preview | full record— Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)