Date: 1807-8

"[T]hrough the cells / And channels of his phrensy-stricken brain / Rage and confusion rush'd; the solemn peal / Broke on his ear like his salvation's knell, / Whilst his vext conscience struggled, but too late, / To rend th' insatiate demon from his heart"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1807-8

"So minds debas'd can torture gen'rous acts: / And thus, by terrors haunted, hunger-pinch'd, / Hag-ridden by the demon at their hearts, / Suspicious, tost from thought to thought, they watch'd / The lagging hours of night"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1807-8

"Much it behoves us to compute the strength / Of him, whose ruin we would work, of him, / Who vaunts himself the legate of Jehovah, / And by that title keeps our souls in thrall / And bondage worse than what our limbs endur'd / Under the yoke of Pharaoh."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1810

"When ambition and wealth their allurements unite, / What heart can resist their attractive impression?"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

"[T]ort'ring pangs" and inexplicable woe may "like a torrent" overwhelm the soul

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

An "o'erpow'ring spell may, in spite of "all that reason can suggest," maintain "despotic empire o'er [the] breast"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

A woman's conquest of a man's heart may be complete

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

"This was love's doing: from my constant heart / The image stampt by him can ne'er depart"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1816

"'Whate'er thy title, from my grateful heart / 'Ne'er can th' impression of thy zeal depart."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1817

"If I could rip up my heart and lay it at your feet, you would read engrav'd on it in capital letters your own adorable name"

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)