Date: 1743
"When against Reason Riot shuts the door, / And Gaiety supplies the place of Sense, / Then foremost, at the banquet and the ball, / Death leads the dance, or stamps the deadly die."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Such then is the abode / Of folly in the mind; and such the shapes / In which she governs her obsequious train."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)
Date: 1746
Imagination may "Bring what ideas she can find / To the great storehouse of the Mind, / Where Judgement ever sits serene, / To rule the vague and sportive queen"
preview | full record— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)
Date: 1753
Locke's "guiding Hand th'ideal Blank explores, / And opens wide the Senses' various Doors, / Thro' which the thronging Thoughts their Passage find, / In social Tribes, and stock the peopled Mind."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1760, 1850
"Yet still in fancy's painted cells / The soul-inflaming image dwells."
preview | full record— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)
Date: 1761, 1790
"Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight / She [the mind] looks abroad, and prunes herself for flight; / Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam / From this dull earth, and seek her native home."
preview | full record— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)
Date: 1764
"Have I well weigh'd the great, the noble part / I'm now to play? have I explored my heart, / That labyrinth of fraud, that deep, dark cell, / Where, unsuspected, e'en by me, may dwell / Ten thousand follies?"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1765
"O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast, / Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?"
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1772, 1788
"Tho' some hollow hearts may have much room to spare, / The Devil himself wou'd not chuse to dwell there."
preview | full record— Stevens, George Alexander (1710?-1784)
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)