Date: 1765
"Let those, whose arts to fatal paths betray, / The soul with passion's gloom tempestuous blind, / And snatch from Reason's ken th'auspicious ray / Truth darts from Heaven to guide th'exploring mind."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1765
""Unwise, who, tossing on the watery way, / All to the storm th'unfetter'd sail devolve; / Man more unwise resigns the mental sway, / Born headlong on by passion's keen resolve."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: 1765
""How hideous and forlorn! when ruthless care / With cankering tooth corrodes the seeds of life, / And deaf with passion's storms when pines despair, / And howling furies rouse th'eternal strife."
preview | full record— Beattie, James (1735-1803)
Date: Published serially, 1765-1770
There are men as variable as the wind, whose present temper it is as easy to decipher as it is to consult a weather cock
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1765, 1770
"On Life's rough sea by stormy passions tost, / Freedom and Virtue were together lost."
preview | full record— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)
Date: 1766
"'Melancholy', is, generally, the effect of constitution; its cloudy ideas overpower and banish all that are chearful."
preview | full record— Trusler, John (1735-1820)
Date: 1766
"Should you but discompose the tide, / On which Ideas wont to ride, / Ferment it with a yeasty Storm, / Or with high Floods of Wine deform."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)
Date: 1766
Melancholy may "cloud the sunshine of my chearful breast"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1766
"Her tuneful tongue with eloquence and ease, / The golden merchandize of thought conveys; / Brisk fancy wafts it with her sprightly gales, / While judgment ballasts all the swelling sails."
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1767
"Instant my Sense return'd, restor'd and whole, / To re-possess its empire of the soul. / So, when o'er Phoebus low-hung clouds prevail, / Sleep on each hill, and sadden ev'ry dale; / Sudden, up-springing from the north, invades / A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades; / Thins the black...
preview | full record— Harte, Walter (1708/9-1774)