Date: 1792
"Ah me! the passion that my soul misled / Was check'd, not conquer'd; buried, but not dead: / Now bursting from the grave, in evil hour, / It hastens to its prey with fiercer pow'r, / And, vulture-like, with appetite increas'd / It riots on the undiminish'd feast."
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1792
"Now that stern habit throws without controul / Her chain of adamant around thy soul / May not th' unhappy Abelard disclose / (To her who pities most) his train of woes?"
preview | full record— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)
Date: 1792, 1810
"But would you (as Ithuriel, with his spear, / Struck the dire toad, at Eve's invaded ear) / Probe, with your searching pen, the mind's disease?"
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1792, 1810
"'Oh! London! what calamities I see, / 'In my mind's eye," whene'er I think on thee!"
preview | full record— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)
Date: 1792
"Could gold once give thee to my eager arms, / Lo, into guineas would I coin my heart;"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: February 1792
"Whatever wisdom constituently is, it is like a seedless plant; it may be reared when it appears, but it cannot be voluntarily produced."
preview | full record— Paine, Thomas (1737-1809)
Date: February 1792
"It appears as if the tide of mental faculties flowed as far as it could in certain channels, and then forsook its course, and arose in others. How irrational then is the hereditary system, which establishes channels of power, in company with which wisdom refuses to flow!"
preview | full record— Paine, Thomas (1737-1809)
Date: w. 1791-2
"But, sent from God, his presence leaves, / To gather home his ripen'd sheaves, / To call encumber'd souls away / From fleshly bonds to boundless day, / (As when the winged hours excite, / And summon forth the morning-light) / And each to convoy to her place / Before the Eternal Father's face."
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1792
"Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly, / While boldly entering from their beastly stye, / The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1792
"Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain."
preview | full record— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)