Date: 1755, 1771
"The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires / With all its virtues, and with all its fires, / Led by these sirens to some wild extreme, / Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam; / Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky / Looks through a fog, and rises but to die."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1755, 1771
"But he whose active, unencumber'd mind / Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind, / Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow, / Like the bright orb that rises on the Po, / O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines, / And ripens virtues as it ripens mines."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: 1784
"Thy piercing thought / Unaided saw each movement of the mind, / As skilful artists view the small machine, / The secret springs and nice dependencies, / And to thy mimic scenes, by fancy wrought / To such a wond'rous shape, th'impassion'd breast / In floods of grief, or peals of laughter bow'd, ...
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)
Date: 1785
"Heav'ns! of how cynnical a Nature / The school-taught Race of ALMA MATER! / Who, of cramp'd Mind and clouded Brain / Bind GENIUS in a Gothic Chain."
preview | full record— Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)
Date: 1787
"Fat is foul weather--dims the fancy's sight"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1790
"But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand-- / But, lo, I am not at my own command: / Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains, / And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1837
"Make Thou my spirit pure and clear / As are the frosty skies, / Or this first snowdrop of the year / That in my bosom lies."
preview | full record— Tennyson, Alfred, first Baron Tennyson (1809–1892)
Date: 1838
"Charm'd by her voice, th' harmonious sounds invade / His clouded mind, and for a time persuade:"
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: w. 1702-1713, published 1989
"At modern Rome an easy Nymph was bred / In tender tales & soft Romances read / These on the brain a wild impression brought / & made her sure she saw what ere she thought."
preview | full record— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)