Date: 1787
"Architecture being one of the fine arts, and as such within the department of a professor of the college, according to the new arrangement, perhaps a spark may fall on some young subjects of natural taste, kindle up their genius, and produce a reformation in this elegant and useful art."
preview | full record— Jefferson, Thomas (1743-1826)
Date: 1791, 1794
"The name, like a sudden spark of electric fire, seemed for a moment to suspend his faculties--for a moment he was transfixed; but recovering, he caught Belcour's hand, and cried--'Stop! stop! I beseech you, name not the lovely Julia and the wretched Montraville in the same breath."
preview | full record— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)
Date: 1791, 1794
"[I]t cannot therefore be supposed that he wished Mrs. Crayton to be very liberal in her bounty to the afflicted suppliant; yet vice had not so entirely seared over his heart, but the sorrows of Charlotte could find a vulnerable part."
preview | full record— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)
Date: 1791, 1794
"'Oh,' said Charlotte, 'you are very good to weep thus for me: it is a long time since I shed a tear for myself: my head and heart are both on fire, but these tears of your's seem to cool and refresh it.'"
preview | full record— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)
Date: 1831
Prayer, "the incense of the heart may rise / To heaven, and find acceptance there."
preview | full record— Pierpont, John (1785-1866)
Date: August 31, 1837
"But they can only highly serve us, when they aim not to drill, but to create; when they gather from far every ray of various genius to their hospitable halls, and, by the concentrated fires, set the hearts of their youth on flame."
preview | full record— Emerson, Ralph Waldo (1803-1882)
Date: 1845
"Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, / Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before."
preview | full record— Poe, Edgar Allan (1809-1849)
Date: 1854
"And now he saw by the heap of shavings still fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1892
"Dare you see a soul at the white heat?"
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)