Date: 1805
"Your Worth and Talents will unfold, / Richer than Needlework of Gold; / The native treasures of the soul, / True--as the Needle to the Pole."
preview | full record— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)
Date: 1805
"And the gay vein of sportive Sense / Enrich'd by sterling Innocence; / Th'undrossy treasures of the Mind / Good-humour'd, graceful, and refin'd; / And, rivalling the Seers of old, / Whate'er you touch transmutes to Gold."
preview | full record— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)
Date: 1805
"I've a hole in my heart, you may through it drive a cart"
preview | full record— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)
Date: 1805
"[N]or shall the heav'n-born mind / Oblivious linger in the silent cave / Of endless hopeless sleep"
preview | full record— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)
Date: w. 1805
"Hitherto, / In progress through this Verse, my mind hath look'd / Upon the speaking face of earth and heaven / As her prime Teacher, intercourse with man / Establish'd by the sovereign Intellect, / Who through that bodily Image hath diffus'd / A soul divine which we participate, / A deathless sp...
preview | full record— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)
Date: 1806
"The skull proper has become the map, on which, just as an atlas, the regions and localities are circumscribed in which man as in a tiny world, is decribed. "
preview | full record— Doornik, Jacobus
Date: 1806
"Nowadays one travels around man's skull as if on a globe, to seek and discover places where our perceptions, desires, inclinations, and mental abilities are housed."
preview | full record— Doornik, Jacobus
Date: October 1807
"A soul [may be] defiled with every stain / That man's reflecting mind can pain."
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: 1807
"I took the man of my heart, proudly spurning those alliances, where all is fairly engrossed, but the affections, and every thing duly stampt, except an impression on the heart"
preview | full record— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)
Date: 1807
"Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free"
preview | full record— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)