Date: 1789
"Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of sĂura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart."
preview | full record— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)
Date: w. 1791-2
"But, sent from God, his presence leaves, / To gather home his ripen'd sheaves, / To call encumber'd souls away / From fleshly bonds to boundless day, / (As when the winged hours excite, / And summon forth the morning-light) / And each to convoy to her place / Before the Eternal Father's face."
preview | full record— Cowper, William (1731-1800)
Date: 1801
"My soul her bondage ill endures; / I pant for liberty like yours."
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Date: 1814
"Give me to send the laughing bowl around, / My soul in Bacchus' pleasing fetters bound."
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)