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Date: 1792

"Love sits triumphant on the heart--his throne! / And breaks those fetters bigots would impose, / To aggravate the sense of human woes!"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: 1792

Shakespeare "placed aloft on Inspiration's throne, / Made Fancy's magic kingdom all his own, / Burst from the trammels which his muse confined, / And poured the wealth of his exhaustless mind!"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: 1795

"Thus let it stamp upon my heart a son's obedience; and to oblivion give each hostile thought!"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: 1795

"--a band, whose steely hearts are rivetted with oaths, will aid thee."

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: 1796

"Does not the hope of that fill our universities with blockheads--and cram our courts full of barristers, with heads as empty as they leave their clients' pockets?"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: 1798

"And, sir, it may be prudent for you to remember, that a soldier's heart is like his sword, formed of tempered steel; for while it bends with sympathizing pity to the touch of woe, it can resume its springing energy to punish arrogance, or crush oppression"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: January 15, 1805

"No, no, I feel a pack of dogs worrying my heart, and my eyes on fire--but I can't cry."

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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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"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: 1807

"Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free"

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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Date: November 12, 1816

"But what land, that poet ever sung, or enchanter swayed, can equal that, which, when the slave's foot touches, he becomes free--his prisoned soul starts forth, his swelling nerves burst the chain that enthrall'd him, and, in his own strength he stands, as the rock he treads on, majestic and secu...

— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.