Date: 1755
"Think not these Tears unnerve me, valiant Friends: / They have but harmoniz'd my Soul; and waked / All that is Man within me, to disdain / Peril, or Death."
preview | full record— Brown, John (1715-1766)
Date: 1755
"Can the troubled Brain / Of Sleep out-stretch the Reason's waking Eye?"
preview | full record— Brown, John (1715-1766)
Date: 1755
"Hence--to thy Chamber, till returning Reason / Hath calm'd this Tempest."
preview | full record— Brown, John (1715-1766)
Date: 1755
"Why did I not / Repent, while yet my Crimes were decibel! / Ere they had struck their Colours thro' my Soul, / As black as Night or Hell!"
preview | full record— Brown, John (1715-1766)
Date: 1755
"His bold Resolves have steel'd ZAPHIRA's Breast / Against thy Love"
preview | full record— Brown, John (1715-1766)
Date: 1757
"I only told him civilly, Past three o'clock and a cloudy morning!-- [...] --when, heyday! says he, (there he stands, let 'en deny it if he can) and coming up to me--what have we here?-- a human Clock!--a very odd kind of Repeater upon my soul!--one of the hours 'egad strolling about, in a...
preview | full record— Bacon, Phanuel (1700-1783)
Date: 1775
"But, O, my brother! if thou hast a heart / That is not steel'd with stoic apathy / Against the magic of all-conqu'ring love, / Beware of beauty's pow'r; for she has charms / Wou'd melt the frozen breast of hoary age, / Or draw the lonely hermit from his cell / To gaze upon her."
preview | full record— Francklin, Thomas (1721-1784)
Date: 1783
"To work, my hearts of oak, to work; here the sun is half an hour high, and not a stroke struck yet."
preview | full record— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)
Date: 1783
"I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart."
preview | full record— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)
Date: April 20, 1796
"Ere yet we were, / Our finer tones of mind some guardian spirit / Touch'd into harmony; and, when we met, / Th' according strings struck forth a sound so sweet, / That heav'n itself might listen! love! ev'n love, / That brand of discord, burns within our bosoms, / Pale—cold—before the steady fla...
preview | full record— Lee, Sophia (bap. 1750, d. 1824)