Date: 1797
"To come a little closer to the point, we strongly suspect the fancy's coinage in this affair, and that he is, bona fide, the offspring of a Bristol brain, instead of a province of Persia."
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Date: July, 1797
"Thro' rural scenes she still conducts her boy, / From factious folly and tumultuous strife; / In fancy's mirror bids her bard enjoy, / The simple blessings of a cottage life."
preview | full record— Orestes [Pseud.]
Date: 1797
"MOMUS, in fabulous history, the god of raillery, or the jester of the celestial assembly, and who ridiculed both gods and men. Being chosen by Vulcan, Neptune, and Minerva, to give his judgment concerning their works, he blamed them all: Neptune for not making his bull with horns before his eyes...
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Date: 1799
Virtue may fix "her dearest throne within [one's] heart"
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Date: 1799
"Yes, Sophia, let this prospect confirm your resolution, if nothing else speaks for me in your heart; then will I renounce the irregularities of dissipation; then will I shake off all unworthy fetters, and live only to chain your affection to my heart."
preview | full record— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1800
"Cut your way through! On, on, my hearts of gold!"
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811); Maria Geisweiler (fl.1799); Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1800
"I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still wi...
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811); Maria Geisweiler (fl.1799); Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1806
"Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast; / Physic their cobler is, and death their last."
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Date: January 1815
"The lover ceas'd--with bolder stroke / His oar the sparkling crystal broke, / While brighter than the current's brim / Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him."
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