Date: 1773, 1894-1895
The mind devour'd by "former Lawyers" is like a silly Goose ensnared by "the sly Fox"
preview | full record— Byrom, John (1692-1763)
Date: 1775
"What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul, / Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs, / By Reason's light on Resolution's wings, / Spite of her frail / companion, dauntless goes / O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's snows? "
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1775, 1776
"'Let Meekness as a dove / 'Brood in man's heart the sacred acts of Love."
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1767, 1778
"Envy in courts and cottages will dwell, / Nay climb to heaven itself, tho' born in hell: / In every living bosom lurks this pest, / But reigns unrival'd in the human breast; / On reason's throne usurps a thorny part, / And plants a thousand daggers in the heart."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1767, 1778
"Here science, like the sun, see radiant rise, / With intellectual beam, through mental skies, / To gild, to gladden all th' improving space, / With taste, with candor, learning, sense, and grace; / To light up all the mind's remotest cells, / Where fancy fledges, and where genius dwells."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1773, 1778
"The Passions there embody'd throng, / On mental Pinions, swift, and strong, / In Robes array'd of various Fire."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1779
"Sorrow may well possess the mind / That feeds where thorns and thistles grow"
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1780
"Behold the frantick passion how it burns, / Like a wild beast breaks every tie, / Laughs at the Priest; the Legislator spurns, / And gives both heaven and earth the lye!"
preview | full record— Stevenson, John Hall (1717-1785)
Date: 1780
"Tread down Thy foes, with power control / The beast and devil in my soul."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1781
"When love is fetter'd, all is fire, / And tender passion soon decays; / Like those sweet birds which soon expire, / When we wou'd force their tuneful lays."
preview | full record— Whalley, Thomas Sedgwick (1746-1828)